I have religious obsessions. I am obsessed by the idea that I am going to hell. I am sure that I am going to hell. I am constantly testing my faith in God. What I mean by "testing" is that throughout the day, I will reflect on how sure I am about God's existence. If I feel that I have doubts in His existence, I get very distressed. When this happens, I will run through various thought experiments that somewhat reassure me of my faith in God. I will not elaborate on these thought experiments because they get quite complex.
I also have an obsession about demons and demonic possession. I am afraid to be left alone in my house. Any random sound I hear coming from the house scares me, as I believe them to be demonic in nature. When my dogs bark at some random thing, I fear that it is at something paranormal. These fears about the paranormal and demons recently took a turn for the worse when I smoked cannabis and had a very distressing experience. I do believe that I had a mild case of cannabis induced paranoia. I was convinced that a demon was trying to possess me. I started praying and I would feel this demonic "presence" start to recede. I prayed constantly for about two days, but then stopped because I realized that this fear may have been brought on by a combination of the cannabis and OCD (I have been diagnosed with OCD in the past). I have since stopped smoking cannabis and have not smoked for nearly a month now.
I do not hear voices, nor do I find difficulty in stringing together coherent thoughts and sentences (hallmarks of schizophrenia). During the peak of my fears about demonic possession, however, I would hear a buzzing noise, as if someone were using the lawnmower outside. I would go outside to confirm that someone was indeed using the lawnmower, but would find nothing. I then attributed this "buzzing noise" to tinnitus brought on by anxiety.
The recent course of my life has, up to this point, not been good. I used to be a successful economics major with dreams of going to graduate school and becoming a researcher. I had a 4.0 GPA for the first year and a half of my undergraduate studies, but ever since my depression intensified, I started to cut class and couldn't be bothered to do my classwork. My GPA is now a measly 2.8.
I am desperately trying to pick up the tattered pieces of my life, but still have lingering obsessions and paranoia that is preventing me from pursuing my goals. My biggest fear is that all of what has been happening will culminate in a psychotic break.