Hi all. I'm new to this forum, since I'm just starting to realize/accept I suffer from OCD. That's a self-diagnosis, but there's no doubt about it.
Since I'm new to this forum, I'll tell you a bit of my story. I grew up in a Christian home and I have gone to church my whole life. I may know the exact moment I reached "spiritual maturity" as well: when I was in fifth grade our class watched a movie and in the movie two young boys were talking about God and one boy said to the other "...if God really exists." That was the first time I even knew it was possible to doubt God's existence. It was since that very moment that I've wrestled with doubts. I want desperately to believe the Bible, but there's so much difficulty and uncertainty there that I'm always doubting.
Because of those doubts, I have never had assurance of my salvation. Have I called on Jesus's name? Yes, while having doubts. Have I prayed many many times for my sins to be forgiven? Yes, while having doubts. Every time I do there's a "did that work?" feeling or "did I really mean it?" feeling or "do I really believe this?" feeling. So I've had that nagging thought always in the back of my mind, which has always kept me from assurance. So, without knowing what it was, the seed of OCD has always been with me.
This year, however, I made matters infinitely worse. Back in January, I was reading a sermon that really stressed faith. In so many words, it stressed we should have "I'm sure" faith. That's when I finally said to myself, "Yeah, why DON'T I have that kind of faith? I'm going to get to the bottom of this ONCE and for ALL!" And I set out trying to think myself, move myself, will myself, coerce myself into a certain faith. In other words, I basically set out to obsess about it, and I did very much so. Two weeks went by and I was full on obsessed and I have been ever since. Every doubt in the back of my mind became bigger, louder. Every shortcoming I have became bigger, louder.
It's been like that ever since. I've been like that all year. It's been only a few days since I've accepted that I have a mental illness. I'm in a very bad place. I honestly can't stop thinking about it. I'm being perfectly honest saying that I don't think a minute goes by while I'm awake where I don't think about it (unless I'm concentrating on not thinking about it). It's also lead me to pretty serious depression--I've pretty much lost interest in everything I used to love to do.
So, I'm just sharing my story here to ask for support and prayers. I honestly don't know what to ask for in terms of advice or guidance. I'm new to this and don't know the first steps. I set up my first appointment ever with a counselor next week. I guess I'll go from there. Any support, advice or encouragement will be appreciated.
Since I'm new to this forum, I'll tell you a bit of my story. I grew up in a Christian home and I have gone to church my whole life. I may know the exact moment I reached "spiritual maturity" as well: when I was in fifth grade our class watched a movie and in the movie two young boys were talking about God and one boy said to the other "...if God really exists." That was the first time I even knew it was possible to doubt God's existence. It was since that very moment that I've wrestled with doubts. I want desperately to believe the Bible, but there's so much difficulty and uncertainty there that I'm always doubting.
Because of those doubts, I have never had assurance of my salvation. Have I called on Jesus's name? Yes, while having doubts. Have I prayed many many times for my sins to be forgiven? Yes, while having doubts. Every time I do there's a "did that work?" feeling or "did I really mean it?" feeling or "do I really believe this?" feeling. So I've had that nagging thought always in the back of my mind, which has always kept me from assurance. So, without knowing what it was, the seed of OCD has always been with me.
This year, however, I made matters infinitely worse. Back in January, I was reading a sermon that really stressed faith. In so many words, it stressed we should have "I'm sure" faith. That's when I finally said to myself, "Yeah, why DON'T I have that kind of faith? I'm going to get to the bottom of this ONCE and for ALL!" And I set out trying to think myself, move myself, will myself, coerce myself into a certain faith. In other words, I basically set out to obsess about it, and I did very much so. Two weeks went by and I was full on obsessed and I have been ever since. Every doubt in the back of my mind became bigger, louder. Every shortcoming I have became bigger, louder.
It's been like that ever since. I've been like that all year. It's been only a few days since I've accepted that I have a mental illness. I'm in a very bad place. I honestly can't stop thinking about it. I'm being perfectly honest saying that I don't think a minute goes by while I'm awake where I don't think about it (unless I'm concentrating on not thinking about it). It's also lead me to pretty serious depression--I've pretty much lost interest in everything I used to love to do.
So, I'm just sharing my story here to ask for support and prayers. I honestly don't know what to ask for in terms of advice or guidance. I'm new to this and don't know the first steps. I set up my first appointment ever with a counselor next week. I guess I'll go from there. Any support, advice or encouragement will be appreciated.