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Obsessive compulsive disorder

The obsession is real. It's tiring, you get annoyed with yourself when you finally realise what you are doing and it takes up so much time in your day. 

I obsessive compulsive disorder and have had since I was a child. It was undiagnosed till 6 years ago and I turn 34 next month. There is always the want to check, check and re check. For me it's in 3's. 
Something as simple as checking that I have everything in my bag - phone, keys etc can be an effort. To whether I've put the hand break on in the car and locked the door. I have been known to walk away from the car and walk back to it from half way down the car park. 
It feels like a form of panic, a heavy negative feeling that if I don't do it then something will be wrong. 
It seems worse and certain times compared to others. With times that I thought it would be at its worst it wasn't. So for me any way it's very hit and miss in that respect. 

Its got to a point that I'm obsessing about things on social media and the negative part of struggling with ocd and anxiety together means that Im questioning  things negatively and that is just bringing my mood down. Something that someone who didn't have these issue wouldn't worry about as much but for me it is heightened. 

Example- I've never been sporty and I would say I'm unfit. So trying to make 10,000 steps each day has become my thing. It meant that I was told by a family member not to be obsessive about it. 

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