Off My Chest
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Actually yes. When I was diagnosed with OCD, I made lots of life changes. I got on medication and was attending therapy regularly. I confessed things to my therapist that I thought I'd take to the grave which really helped. Things were going good until I had a falling out with a friend who treated me like shit. Then there was another friendship that I fucked up. I could have avoided both situations entirely but hindsight is always 20/20. That in combination with some other things sent me into an even deeper depression than before. I pretty much reverted to my old ways. I'm still on medication but it doesn't help like it used to.
Still, I remember what it was like to be in relatively good spirits. I miss it so much. I wish I could be that version of me again. I liked him (mostly). I wasn't scared like I am now. I had a positive outlook.