Okay, so every morning I wake up and it all starts the same way. I start off with counting. Everything has to be in groups of 7 or 9. It's so irritating because I just can't seem to stop obsessively counting. When I pour coffee, I pour it slowly for 7 seconds. When I stir my coffee, I stir it 7 times, and even go so far as to tap the spoon on the edge of my cup 7 times.
I completely avoid the numbers 4 and 6, and for some reason have actually gained some dull fear of those numbers, thinking of them as bad luck or evil. When I'm eating cereal, I make sure there are 7-9 pieces on my spoon, no less, no more. When I'm taking a shower, I count continuously, splashing water on my face 7 times, or scrubbing shampoo into my hair and counting to 7. Hell, even shaving my legs causes me irritation because I have to count. Aside from the obsessive counting, my panic disorder is CONSTANTLY on my mind. I can't go a single day without panic anymore. I try hard to hold it off, but I just can't stop thinking of it. I keep checking things. My pulse, my overall physical condition and how I'm feeling, my pupils, my skin for any signs of infection or allergic reaction, sometimes even my blood sugar. I want to stop thinking there's always something wrong with me. Every day I have fears of things such as heart problems, brain tumors or aneurysms, collapsed lungs or lung problems, mrsa, or any std's even though I have not been sexually active for at least 3 years. If I could just stop the obsessive thinking and counting, I would feel so much better. It's like the OCD keeps me from enjoying my life and it gets in the way of everything. Sometimes I just lay awake all night, too afraid to sleep because I get those terrible "what if" thoughts. I have so many issues just bundled up together and living with my mother is simply making it worse. She tells me that she's waiting for the day she'll have to send me away to a mental hospital. I'm not insane. Sometimes, yes, I do feel like I'm losing my mind, but I know that I'm not. But the thought of such a thing still really unnerves me, and I'm so sick of having to deal with myself. I hate feeling like a bother to everyone because I am always seeking some sort of reassurance or comfort. I hate feeling and thinking of myself as weak minded or unhealthy and even a poor excuse of a person.
I am content with my life. I am happy in ways although everything around me is falling apart and everyone I know has some lie to feed me. I keep my head up. However, these awful thoughts are ripping me apart from the inside and I'm afraid of hitting a point where I won't be able to contain myself or help myself anymore. I just want to feel normal again, but sadly, I truly have forgotten what normal feels like.
Is there anything I can do? Any feedback would be highly appreciated.