I'm back!
I haven't posted here in an extremely long time, and I apologize profusely for randomly disappearing. I did join Twitter in May (my username there is the same as it is here), but I've been absent from LJ for far too long and I need to amend that.
To make a long story short, I now completely identify with Joey Votto. In late January/early February, I began to have panic attacks and intrusive thoughts that basically ran my life and drove me insane to the point of making me hide under my covers and just hide. I thought I was going crazy - I almost drove myself to the hospital a few times because I was afraid something was going to happen to me. It was just about the worst experience of my life, and it turned me into a secluded hermit. There were nights I thought I was going to die.
As it turns out, I was on Wikipedia and I accidentally came across an article on a specific form of OCD called pure-obsessional OCD, often referred to as simply "Pure-O." The symptoms matched mine to the letter, and I broke down sobbing. I was curable. I went to my campus counselor and, with the amazing help of
soprano_no_eiji, I survived for the rest of the semester. (I also found a six-week old kitten around this time and named him after Daniel Murphy, but that is a tale for another time. He's now living with me, though.)
My official diagnosis, when I got home and got one, is Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and Social Anxiety Disorder, as well as Asperger's Syndrome, which my mother suspected I have had for several years. I am now in therapy and on medication and hopefully I'll be more motivated to post here again - I missed you guys so much!
To make a long story short, I now completely identify with Joey Votto. In late January/early February, I began to have panic attacks and intrusive thoughts that basically ran my life and drove me insane to the point of making me hide under my covers and just hide. I thought I was going crazy - I almost drove myself to the hospital a few times because I was afraid something was going to happen to me. It was just about the worst experience of my life, and it turned me into a secluded hermit. There were nights I thought I was going to die.
As it turns out, I was on Wikipedia and I accidentally came across an article on a specific form of OCD called pure-obsessional OCD, often referred to as simply "Pure-O." The symptoms matched mine to the letter, and I broke down sobbing. I was curable. I went to my campus counselor and, with the amazing help of
soprano_no_eiji, I survived for the rest of the semester. (I also found a six-week old kitten around this time and named him after Daniel Murphy, but that is a tale for another time. He's now living with me, though.)
My official diagnosis, when I got home and got one, is Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and Social Anxiety Disorder, as well as Asperger's Syndrome, which my mother suspected I have had for several years. I am now in therapy and on medication and hopefully I'll be more motivated to post here again - I missed you guys so much!