Medication didn’t seem to be doing the trick in my treatment for obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). A pill, different from the I had been taking, in very small dosages, had been proposed, but I have yet to take it. That’s not to say I never will, but not at the moment.
I have seen some signs of improvement in my OCD, but not huge ones. I do not obsess over a supposed ailment as long as I used to and I try to think in terms of a "what is the worst thing that could happen" scenario. When I think like that, I realize that the worst thing that could happen would not be the end of the world.
When you have a mental disorder, things are out of perspective; what is red becomes blue, and what is green becomes purple. Like I said in another article, the OCD mind screams “Fire!” when there is none. Enter perspective, a key component for a calmed down state of mind.
My small steps indicate slow, but steady progress; however, not without regression. I try not to get discouraged, so when I feel that I have avoided an OCD episode, I have learned to compliment myself. My shrink has given me some compliments, and I always feel that she is eager to hear about progress I have made. When I tell her about an incident where I fell back on that road to getting better, I kind of study her face to see her real, true, authentic reaction.
I tell you, she really never looks that disappointed when she listens to the setbacks, her face is serious. There are times when I don’t want to tell her about the regressions, but I do, and then there are times when I just don’t tell her.
The therapeutic road isn’t an easy one.