GangsterBritishPirate
New member
Ok, I know what your all thinking, this shouldn't be in the Life Sucks forum. But I need to rant about some stuff.
Three months ago, a scary and anxiety building compulsion came upon me one
day as I woke up. One day I was fine, the next I wasn't. From the morning
that I woke up, I realized that something was different. Whenever I looked
at a knife I felt the compulsion to use it to harm someone. Becoming scared
and thinking myself to be insane I kept it quiet for the whole day until I
could bear it no longer. I went to bed frightened, feeling alone and
thinking that I was going insane.
I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone for fear of being locked away in an
insane asylum, and for months I watched my condition become worse.
Whenever I looked at anything - especially knives - that could be considered
a weapon I felt that compulsion to use it to harm someone else. I thought to
myself that I could beat it and that it was just a thing to do with growing
up and that it would go away with time. But as time went on, my condition
became progressively worsened and I began to have small panic attacks if I
thought of actually harming someone that I loved. At night, the compulsion
was at its worst as I thought I might actually harm somebody while they were
asleep without my knowledge. My worst fear at the time was the fact that I
would be unable to control myself if ever the condition became to bad.
Three months ago, a scary and anxiety building compulsion came upon me one
day as I woke up. One day I was fine, the next I wasn't. From the morning
that I woke up, I realized that something was different. Whenever I looked
at a knife I felt the compulsion to use it to harm someone. Becoming scared
and thinking myself to be insane I kept it quiet for the whole day until I
could bear it no longer. I went to bed frightened, feeling alone and
thinking that I was going insane.
I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone for fear of being locked away in an
insane asylum, and for months I watched my condition become worse.
Whenever I looked at anything - especially knives - that could be considered
a weapon I felt that compulsion to use it to harm someone else. I thought to
myself that I could beat it and that it was just a thing to do with growing
up and that it would go away with time. But as time went on, my condition
became progressively worsened and I began to have small panic attacks if I
thought of actually harming someone that I loved. At night, the compulsion
was at its worst as I thought I might actually harm somebody while they were
asleep without my knowledge. My worst fear at the time was the fact that I
would be unable to control myself if ever the condition became to bad.