Anonymous asked: You're a very kind person, setting up a blog for all the people who seek help online. I went through a roughy patch with my ocd for three months, but I've learned from my mistakes, and I'm no longer running away with the random thoughts that pop into my head and tempt me to 'solve' them. Part of this progress is due to your help, so I'd like to wish you success in your recovery from your ocd too, because you deserve it ^^

It’s absolutely brilliant to know you’re doing better and I’m glad I could be help in your journey to recovery! :)

Thank you for the kind words and the best of luck to you also!


Anonymous asked: . My OCD deals with fears of bodily fluids and so when I came home from middle school I would shower and then sleep because I was completely depressed and hated my life. It didn't get better for a long time until recently now a sophomore in high school I started taking medication. I cannot describe the difference it makes in my life. :) It has honestly made such a difference and although the thoughts are still there, its easier to deal with. If you have OCD don't be ashamed, let someone know! :)

Wonderful success story. Congratulations on your progress. :) Out of curiosity, what medication are you on? I’ve been deliberating medication to make university easier but I’m still not too sure on a personal level.


the-nightimetyou asked: well done on your college results! :) x

Thank you! :) x

OCD Help (longlivemagic):

so lately, I’ve been contemplating self-harming myself again, or suicide. My OCD’s been acting up again. It’s been close to a year since my breakdown, and I’ve been good. I was able to graduate high school, get into a good college. Now I feel like under every achievement, or no matter how normal my life has been, the OCD undercurrents are still haunting me. I still have difficulty doing things because of OCD, and I just want it to stop. I don’t know how to make it stop. I keep thinking hurting myself is the only way to feel better, because I really just want it to end. Please please help.


Hey llm!

It sounds to me like you’re dealing with more than just OCD here. There’s a fantastic blog I follow called believeinrecovery that’s brilliant for all forms of recovery including self-harm. I suggest following that as well as leaving an ask there about other self-harm recovery blogs so that you can get the help you need with it, as I’ve never had experiences with it myself. It also may be worth finding out if you’re suffering from depression too as it sounds like your moods reach dangerously low levels at times.

As for OCD, I know what a debilitating disorder this can be, but don’t let intrusives undermine your achievements. It’s brilliant that you’ve graduated regardless of what OCD tells you. Any failure just reinforces the fact that you’re human and you can use your failures to motivate yourself to come out on top next time. Give my page on how to face intrusive thoughts a read and then get back to me with what part of it you struggle with, and I’ll try to tailor some examples to fit your scenario.

Hurting yourself will not make you feel any better. That’s a self-destructive compulsion and a result of believing lies that you’re being fed. You are worth so much more. I can guarantee you that much.

- Nathan


Anonymous asked: I clicked a picture on tumblr to enlarge it, and had to click it a certain amount of times. Except I didn't, and instead only clicked it once. I felt a big chill run across me because I wanted so bad to click it a certain number of times but I didn't. I've never just not done a compulsion before and I'm really happy

Awesome anon! It sounds like you sat through that anxiety urge phenomenally and have taken a major step forward. You should be incredibly proud, and use that pride to strengthen you in future endeavours. You deserve to be happy, and I hope it’s a feeling that lasts. :)


Anonymous asked: You're amazing. Like, seriously, I hope you know how much you've helped me and countless other people. No lie, I am feeling almost 100% better, like I keep relapsing, but each time I'm free of OCD's grasp, I feel fine, and each "free" time is a bit longer(:. I honestly couldn't have been here woithout your help(:


Seriously though, thank you so much. It means the world to me to hear/read such encouraging, complimentary words. Your progress sounds amazing but don’t take any credit away from yourself; I’ve only told you what to do. You’re the person who has had the strength to face your fears and persevere even when times have been hard and you’ve taken steps back.

What you’ve described in terms of feeling “free” and it gradually lasting longer over time is exactly what recovery is like for me, too. You’re doing great and I’m super proud. If I can help any further though, don’t hesitate to ask.


Anonymous asked: I'm pretty sure my uncle and grandpa have OCD because when they were younger they had really bad compulsions. So I'm guessing they've had intrusive thoughts. I'm pretty sure they never got help but they are so put together now. They have amazing jobs, kids, a lot of money, they are really good people, so it gives me hope :)

They’ve probably put into place types of therapy without even knowing it. ERP and ACT, mindfulness and CBT are all about re-wiring your brain mentally in order to deal with intrusive thoughts in a way where you can function through life with an optimistic, accepting mindframe.

It’s absolutely brilliant to hear, and we do need more optimism on this page than we currently do. I’m gonna do some searching later for optimistic quotes and stuff to get this blog filled up of more than just asks, but it’s hard right now balancing this around my own life.

Really nice ask though. Thank you so much. I wish you and them the best. :)

Awesome success story.

Hi! This is not a question. I just wanted to share a little something with everyone on this blog. 

I developed my OCD probably around the time I started school, because that’s as far back as I can remember doing compulsions. I was always an anxious child and still I suffer from anxiety. I don’t think that’s something that can completely be cured. That’s a part of me and it’s been there for so long, losing it would be like losing a part of myself. 

Anyway, all my life I’ve had to keep my problems a secret. I didn’t want anybody to know that I was crazy. There were times when I really thought I was crazy. People often use that term mildly but for the longest time I thought I would end up in a mental institution when I got older. I thought that was my future. I can remember telling my friend in 9th grade that that’s where I envisioned myself. To think that I could have so easily said things like that to people makes me cringe. I was in a really bad place before.

I felt so misplaced in this world, like it was just me who couldn’t “handle” the stresses of life. I was a sad and quiet girl. I’m very introverted still but there’s a difference between being alone and being lonely. I felt like nobody would understand me. I got fed up one day (this was during the summer, I believe, before I become a junior) after completing a compulsion and went crying to my mother, for the first time letting her know that I thought I had OCD (which I self-diagnosed in 7th gr.)

I saw the therapist once. I thought things were going to change, but they didn’t. I never went back. I felt like all the support dissipated and I decided to not bring it up again. I was discouraged about therapy. I didn’t think it was worth it. I was never really suicidal but there were times when I just wished I was dead. I always dreamed of the day that I would get better. Since I was a kid, I would write in my diary about how I would do it soon, but that dream never came true. I was too afraid.

I was being held back. My OCD was prohibiting me to get help. And after waiting so long, after so many chances I had to ask for help, I blew. My entire being just could not take it any longer. I had no choice. I could not control myself. I waited too long and then I had a breakdown. My mom could hardly console me and I could hardly explain why I was feeling so down. I told her things that I never told anyone. I told her how I was afraid I would never be happy. How I felt so held back from life.

My friends were getting licenses and jobs. I could barely drag myself to school. I had to wait a while to get my appointment in but after a few sessions, I noticed a change. It did not happen right away. I wanted to quit therapy at first because I wasn’t getting better. But I had to change within myself. I got tired of being sad all the time. I got tired of living unsatisfied. I don’t know how it happened. One day I just woke up and things were different. I wasn’t sad anymore. I was excited about the days to come.

I had things to look forward to. I wasn’t my old self. I was functioning. I was happy? It felt so alien to me and I still wonder if this is what normal people feel like. It’s been months now. I haven’t been to therapy in a while (almost 2 months, maybe) and I don’t plan on going until I feel I need it again. I refused the medication. I might need it eventually but for right now, I’m content. I still have bad days and still have my moments and I still have OCD but OCD doesn’t have me, as cliché as that is.

It doesn’t control my life anymore. I’ve found ways to better control my symptoms. I know how to make myself feel better. I know how to live my life again. And even though I’m not 100% cured, even though I still have a lot of anxiety, I’m happy because I feel alive. Things have always been difficult for me and they still are very difficult, but knowing that there is hope is what makes it all worth while. Life is a beautiful thing and I’m glad that I was saved.

I was in a very bad place and if things continued on, it would have been a lot worse. I might not be here today to tell you about this. Please, if you’re thinking about getting help, don’t hesitate. I know how hard it is. I held my secrets with me my entire life and I only wish I could have asked for help sooner. Therapy isn’t for everyone and it might not cure you, but I urge you to just give it a chance. You never know. It might help you like it helped me. And whether or not it was actually my therapist that helped me or not, I know that I’m doing better.

Talking about these things is difficult and even with the lady whose job was to talk to me about my feelings, I held a lot of major stuff back. It’s a process. But knowing that I was not alone made me feel a lot better and it might help you feel better too. Sometimes we just need people to hear us out. If you need help, ask for it. We’re too good at playing pretend.

I’m here if anyone ever needs to talk. I know what it like to be alone. And let me tell you, you’re not alone. So many people have these problems too. I found this blog and got a lot of helpful advice from Nathan among others. Talking to people who understand is a great experience. If you feel that you’re not being understood, or you feel alone, don’t. Come talk to me. I will listen.

- thesuperario


Anonymous asked: I finally went to a psychologist and she says that what I have sounds like OCD. We're going to have another session soon so she can do a full assessment. Thanks for helping me. -Anon talking of being worried about a psychologist not believing hir

Awesome to hear and you’re welcome. Stay strong and keep being brave. You’ve taken the first major step to recovery. :)


Anonymous asked: I just want to say a huge thank you. I try to come check this site whenever I'm having a really bad spike and reading through these posts often gives me the strength to resist whatever my mind's doing to me. When I get my OCD under control (which I will), a lot of it will be thanks to you!

That is beyond fucking awesome and I’m so glad to be a part of your recovery. Stay strong, keep that optimism you have and if you have any setbacks I’ll be here to help you.

You’re more than welcome, and a big well done.