I am a little behind with my hospital ramblings.
So much has happened in the past two days. From going shopping with Sarah, to being called directly by my Psychiatrist urging me to enter hospital asap, to sitting in the emergency room waiting for an available spot on the 7th floor, the locked psychiatric unit.
This all started when I emailed my Psychiatrist last week, explaining to him that my OCD now controls my life. I feel that I no longer have a choice when it comes to obsessions, compulsions, and violent, gruesome intrusive thoughts. Sarah has also mentioned that she has been watching me steadily decline. I have been losing hope, watching my life and the precious time that I have left slip through my fingers.
It’s a terrible thought, logically knowing the obsessions and compulsions that I do, do not make sense. I know they are strange and weird. I am aware that strangers watch as I jerk my head, touch each fork at a restaurant, fix a display at the store as the cushions are not quite lined up “properly”, line items up one by one at the grocery store, checking, checking, checking, until I feel some resemblance of “good”.
I know folks that would simply say, “Those are just little quirks that you have”, or “Can’t you just stop”? or my personal favourite, “Everyone is a little OCD.”
But this is all that I can say at the moment, as I have not been sleeping well. I’ll try to get those zzzzzzzzzs…..
Gasshō,
On
Sat today/LAH
So much has happened in the past two days. From going shopping with Sarah, to being called directly by my Psychiatrist urging me to enter hospital asap, to sitting in the emergency room waiting for an available spot on the 7th floor, the locked psychiatric unit.
This all started when I emailed my Psychiatrist last week, explaining to him that my OCD now controls my life. I feel that I no longer have a choice when it comes to obsessions, compulsions, and violent, gruesome intrusive thoughts. Sarah has also mentioned that she has been watching me steadily decline. I have been losing hope, watching my life and the precious time that I have left slip through my fingers.
It’s a terrible thought, logically knowing the obsessions and compulsions that I do, do not make sense. I know they are strange and weird. I am aware that strangers watch as I jerk my head, touch each fork at a restaurant, fix a display at the store as the cushions are not quite lined up “properly”, line items up one by one at the grocery store, checking, checking, checking, until I feel some resemblance of “good”.
I know folks that would simply say, “Those are just little quirks that you have”, or “Can’t you just stop”? or my personal favourite, “Everyone is a little OCD.”
But this is all that I can say at the moment, as I have not been sleeping well. I’ll try to get those zzzzzzzzzs…..
Gasshō,
On
Sat today/LAH
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