An intrusive thought would show itself, and with my Pure-O compulsions, I’d mentally bat it down (usually with repetitive prayer). I was a ninja with my compulsion moves, but OCD was just as fast and furious. Back and forth, back and forth, like a relentless game of Whac-a-Mole.
And no one knew.
All these happy people around me, worshiping God, taking in the sermon, happy and safe in their suburban church sanctuary– and, for me, it was a battle field.
Pure-O: so invisible, so dark, so exhausting.
I praise God that those days are a part of my past. If you want to learn how I survived (and WON) this war, click here. Your mind doesn’t have to be a scary place.
For (lots!) more about OCD and ERP, go to jackieleasommers.com/OCD.
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