I only just got outta the hospital a week ago where they were attemtping to treat my OCD.
They put me on a new med,but I had to stop it because I can't afford it.
They didn't/couldn't really help me and wanted me out of there I guess.
My OCD is as bad as ever and now I am experiencing what I fear will be a lingering depressive episode that will only land me back in the hospital.
My pychiatrist/therapist is wonderful about calling me back when I need to talk to him,but i have no real appointments with him in October.
I just feel like I am moving so painfully slowly,like i am trudging through thick mud.
I feel like my eyes look dead.
I am hopeless that any of my illnesses will ever get better.
I am on a waiting list for residential treatment for my OCD but this being Canada the waiting list is 12 to 18 months long.
So more defeatedness more hopelessness.
Feel so dragged down.
Being pulled under and do not know how to swim.
I'm sorry to complain about my nonsense.
Didn't know where else to go...
I woke up fatherless today.Last night at around 2:30 God took my father home.I spent yesterday by his side reading from the bible to him.I pray he finds the peace he couldnt get in lifeI kove you dad
I don’t know where else to find help. Or even someone who understands.I’ve been through therapy for years. I’ve seen a lot of progress with that but everyday I still carry this burden in my mind. I feel like I have a whole mountain to climb before my day even begins. And some days are so stressful for me mentally that I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping I meet the...