So here is my truth.
It was 2003, and I could not differentiate between the darkness outside of me and darkness inside.
It was 2004, and the line between the light of reality and the darkness of paranoia was so blurry that I lived in the fearful purgatory between them.
It was 2006, and the medication that was meant to alleviate the darkness backfired and forced me into a civil war against my own body that persists to this day.
The pain and loneliness and shame were whittling my desires into something sharp and precise: Christ is all that I want.
And in 2008, when the lights came back on after 20 long years, I was able to look around and see: I was in the palm of his hand the entire time. I just didn’t know.
To learn more about God’s victory over my OCD, go to jackieleasommers.com/OCD.
Linking up with Addie Zierman today to celebrate the release of her new book, Night Driving.