Dear sophomore-in-high-school Jackie, who just spent Thanksgiving sobbing on Grandma’s bathroom floor,
I promise you: it won’t always be like this.
It’s hard to imagine that now, I know. Doubt has been clawing at your mind for nearly a decade already, and now, this holiday, it seems like it’s finally captured you, a relentless grip you can never escape from. Everyone else is upstairs eating turkey and playing dominoes. Soon you’ll have to gather yourself together—thank goodness you don’t wear mascara yet—and head back upstairs to fake it. All you know is that something is wrong with you—your mind is in slavery, and you fear you’ll never find freedom. It’s not true. Oh, it’ll be a while still, about twelve more years, but you’ll find freedom. Believe me.
Here’s the truth. It’s OCD. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. You always thought it meant someone who washed their hands too much, someone who was a neat freak—and that was absolutely not you (I hate to tell you this, but even in your thirties, you still can’t keep your room clean), so you never gave it a moment’s thought. And now, in 10th grade, you’re only starting to learn how to use this wild thing called the internet. I know it’s not going to occur to you to Google “I think bad thoughts.” Scratch that. Google won’t even exist until next year.
Unfortunately, it’s going to get worse before it gets better. You’re going to wander down so many ugly alleys, obsessing over hell and your identity and the nature of reality. You’re going to believe that you’ve literally gone crazy, and no one on earth can keep record of the tears you’ll cry. But you’re going to write about it—all of it—and it’s going to be such lovely therapy for you in the interim. (Minus, of course, those months when that bastard OCD made you wonder if fiction was sinful like lying and you couldn’t go near your poetry or prose without feeling sick over it.)
You’re going to fill notebooks in high school with dramatic diary entries and over-the-top poetry. You’re going to go to college and study writing and pour your heart and energy into the creative work you’ll encounter there. You’ll even center your senior project—a memoir piece—around your battle with OCD, only you won’t have a name for it yet. But when the bottom drops out of your life in those years after college, you’ll finally be diagnosed, and it’s then that you’ll turn to writing novels.
Exposure therapy will save your life. And so will writing. So will Mom and Tracy and Megan and Cindy and Erica and Desiree and Ashley and God.
This holy amalgam will make you free. You won’t even know what to do with all the freedom, a surfeit of it, washing over you like a baptism, swilling out the pain, leaving behind … writing.
And so you’ll write. You’ll write stories that are raw and painful but hopeful. You won’t be able to write the ending to your first novel without having gone through the hell of OCD first. You’ll look back and say, Now I see. Same with your second novel.
So, for right now, teenage me, hold on. Find hope wherever you can, especially in others—they will keep you alive. And write. In every moment, good and bad, write. Let writing be your refuge and rescue. Give up the stupid show of pride. You’re going to need so much help; learn to ask for it. Find a place in your life for gray; throw your arms open wide to uncertainty. This will save you.
Jackie, now 35, free and writing
not to be off topic…. but didn’t you just turn 35??
Yes. Yes, I did. Apparently that is the age you start losing your mind.
okay good, for a second, I thought I was a year older than I was! #phew
Wow. I just want to say thank you for this blog and website, and I’m so excited that I have discovered it. I’ve struggled with OCD (mostly scrupulosity) since I was 7, and thought I had it mostly conquered in my early twenties (I’m 29 now). I just moved overseas last month, and was hit with a major OCD attack. I didn’t even recognize it as OCD, but thanks to some online resources (including this site!) I have been able to recognize it and remind myself of how to treat it. I’m slowly pulling out of it, though still struggling, when a real issue is involved, to differentiate between when I should logically think about the issue again and when I am still in danger of researching it compulsively (since scrupulosity often involves issues that do need to be addressed at some point). I’m also really excited to discover that you’re a writer, and that you blog about writing! I’ve dabbled in writing off and on for years, though at this point I’m not quite sure what type of writing I want to do, or when, or how… 🙂 I’m letting myself adjust to this life in a foreign country right now, but am still considering writing as a future option. Anyway, I just want to let you know how much I appreciate all your work on this site. It’s great to have so much information on OCD and scrupulosity written from a Christian perspective. Your words have already done a lot to encourage and inspire me, so thank you and keep up the great work!!
Thank you, Marie. What a sweet, thoughtful comment. Come again soon!!! ❤
All the tears. Thanks for writing this, Jackie. It is beautiful.
Thank you, dear one! I definitely cried while writing it. So grateful for writing, hindsight, and YOU.