I suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder and have done since I was about 11 years old. I have lived with the condition for almost twenty years and over the course of time it has gradually gained in strength to the point of almost total domination over my every day activities. I have finally decided to take positive action to regain my life and it has been the best decision I have so far made, although I am only a few small steps into a long and daunting journey.
This blog will be written chronologically as I journey through the maze of my thoughts and experiences, charting my progress through the highs and lows of mental health therapy, and the resources and practices I discover that may help to make other peoples' OCD experiences a little easier.
I choose to remain anonymous, not because I am ashamed of my OCD, but because I feel that I am not defined by it. If I give my real name then my real name, and by default my identity, will become associated with OCD and I am far, far more than a mental health condition, as all sufferers are.
I have the cherished love and support of those closest to me who know my identity but to those of you out there, I will just be the voice of a sufferer who, I hope, by remaining anonymous, will offer a neutral perspective that both male and female readers of any age, race or background will be able to relate to.
We are all, every one of us who suffer with obsessive compulsive disorder, in this together.