OCD and stressful times

It's law school application time!!  That's right -- I'm in the process of getting treatment for OCD, and still trying to pump out personal narratives and applications.  The other night I thought, wow, one year from now I could write a stellar essay about how I overcame the "doubting disease" to become more sure of myself, and more sure of my decisions.... except, well, it's not one year from now.  It's right now, and right now OCD is a part of my life.  And trying to put together an essay conveying who you are is incredibly hard when you are full of doubts!

Here's an example -- the other day, I was walking along and getting ready to go to work and I walked into the subway station, which has a railing along it.  As I walked along, I had the thought - what if I were to jump down from this railing.  Now, I'm sure I've had this thought dozens of times before as I've made this same walk.  Except this time, I couldn't stop thinking about it.  And the thought deeply troubled me, causing me to wonder if that meant I was going to jump from the railing.  Maybe I want to jump off the railing?  Why would I want to jump off the railing?  I must be crazy to want to do this.  I must somehow want to go out of control.   These thoughts nearly stopped me in my tracks, my heart started pounding, and to respond to the anxiety, I moved to the other side away from the railing.

Now, I understand that I wasn't going to jump over the railing.  But in the moment, it was all I could do keep from running out of the subway station.  As if my body was responding to an invisible thought, and I agreed that it was a terrible thought.

The other night I was really struggling with one particular deadline for a law school essay.  Whether because of my anxiety or because of my medication I have been unable to focus and have had insomnia for well over a week.  My frustration quickly spiraled and it was as if a dark cloud had set in.  Sometimes I think it feels that way when I have a "spike" of intrusive thoughts and fears - as if I can hardly see beyond myself.  Eventually, despairing, I made a call to my therapist and got a call back shortly afterwards.  We made a plan:

-  Sleep is super important.  Each day that goes by without it, the OCD gets worse.  If that means sacrificing time to write the essay, that's okay.
-  Taking my meds:  I've *never* thought I would be someone who needed medication.  Advil is even a challenge to get me to take.  But through the last month I've learned that whether I like it or not, medication is going to make a difference in helping me to turn things around.  In addition to my SSRI I've also been given a low dosage of anti-anxiety medication to take as needed.  Unfortunately, this itself is a challenge for me as I often have intrusive thoughts that the medication will make me go crazy.  I've learned that this is a common fear for OCD sufferers who need to feel total control over their minds and bodies.

In the end, I did take the medication and the next day was grateful for it.  Going for a long walk, getting outside, all of this made the day seem so much better.  And I wrote an essay!