I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder over 3 years ago. I was suicidal, anxious, and, I think, depressed. I was hospitalized in January 2011, and late February/early March, my problem was discovered. I was hesitant to talk about my problems, then I opened up a little and my doctor wanted a second opinion. So he called in his colleague, who is my present doctor. And the second one was able to figure it out pretty much after one sit-down with me.
I am now on the right medication, see my doctor every few months, and am a part of some online support groups for Christians with OCD. It’s a day-by-day thing, pretty much.
If my mom had not called the Mental Health Crisis Hotline when she did, I would not be where I am today. I thank God that He got me the help I needed desperately. I am still here.