A couple people asked me this question recently, and it really made me think. We need to be very careful how we word this.
OCD is definitely not good, but good things can still come of it.
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder. It’s not just bothersome; it’s tormenting. It’s hellish. It’s a thief, and it is slavery. There is nothing lovely about OCD.
And yet …
OCD made me more desperate for God because of the way it made me think and struggle through my beliefs.
It has produced in me a deep compassion for others.
It has given me perspective on life– what is important, what is not. What is petty, what is deep.
It has opened up opportunities in my life to speak and share and connect with others.
OCD is a monster, feeding on tears, doubts, and anxiety. Any benefit it gives is unintentional.
That’s why any thanks we give it is like a slap across its face. So … thanks, OCD.