**trigger warning**
Hey guys, I'm very new to these forums. Way back when, I was a member at *mod edit* because of my 2nd round of intrusive thoughts. So, NOT to get into the weeds, my first episode, was back in 1990, I was a Junior in high school. I specifically remember watching Oprah with my mom and the topic of being "gay" was introduced. I started to ruminate on the topic and before I knew it, I was in Worried Mode x 1,000,000. I knew I liked girls, had no doubt, but it haunted me, "what if I was gay?". I made me so worried and eventually depressed, I even had random thoughts of suicide, even though I didn't want to die < (boy that is hard to write). The thoughts eventually left that next summer before my Senior year and never came back. Fast forward to 2009, I switched jobs, started my own advertising business, BUT, before that , in 2008 1/2 I had a mild heart attack, right out of the blue. I smoke and drank a lot. THAT made me start to worry about my health. So fast forward to fall of 2010. I started worrying about my heart, went to the ER twice, (everything checked out fine of course), but I remember coming home at like 4:00am from the ER and having my first panic attack. That started the beginning of the process. I was constantly checking my pulse on my neck, feeling my heart, wondering if I had ulcers, checking my stools for signs, etc, etc. I've never had anxiety like this before, until one day, my wife is cutting bread and I see her doing it and then I had that "vision" of cutting her with it. My stomach dropped through the floor. THAT started a barrage of Intrusive Thoughts and anxiety (mind you I had NO IDEA what Intrusive Thoughts were, NOR any idea that I had OCD/Anxiety/GAD). My thoughts generated so much rumination, worry, anxiety, thoughts I could hurt my dog while I was brushing him, the fear that my wife left to go out of town and I would kill my kids, then Intrusive Thoughts of me hanging myself. EVERYTHING would be setting me off at this point. Sirens, cloudy days, you name it. I got to the point (when I still didn't know what this was) that I felt God made me to be a murderer. I was devastated, because as a Christian and Christ follower, if God made me this way, how could I win? I begged and prayed that I didn't want to be murderer. I even go to the point that I wanted to take an extra sleeping pill in hopes that I wouldn't wake up to this again in the morning. Mind you, right before bed was the best time, because I knew my mind would shut off. But once morning came and the alarm went off, pure dread, another day of these awful thoughts. But eventually, it got better, I stopped my business, which was only doing ok, and went back to work for an agency. In the middle there, I found *mod edit*. THAT was HUGE for me. Other people with the EXACT same story as me. That was ahuge turning point. SO, fast forward to this past summer of 2021. Again, I thought something was wrong with my heart, went to the hospital, everything came back fine, but it started the anxiety, which then about after two weeks, I had the Intrusive Thought of killing myself with a knife. A knife I just bought recently because I lOVE to cook!. The thought wouldn't leave my head and started the rumination and reassurance process, which led me to a website about OCD, suicide and depression. And of course, my mind latched onto both, suicide AND depression. NOW, I'm constantly monitoring, "am I happy", omg, I just yawned there is a tear in my eye, THAT means I am depressed?!!?, Am I really depressed? What if I am and I don't know it??!! And if I am depressed surely it will lead to suicide. Of course, my life is awesome, I'm happily married, with three freakin amazing kids ans super awesome black lab that I love tons and my job is super swanky too. Now I feel like I am hyper-sensitive to anything related to the words "mental health", "depression" and "suicide." I am ruminating quite often to this page: https://www.madeofmillions.com/ocd/suicidal-ocd to give me reassurance, and I know this is not good. Oddly enough, I had my first therapy session with *mod edit* office last Monday. I KNOW it's OCD/PURE-O, but part of my brain wants to be not 100% sure, but 1,000% sure I would A. never get depressed, or B. act on Intrusive Thoughts of suicide. It scares the crap out of me. Like I said, I'm super laid back, easy going, a jokster, etc, but once these Intrusive Thoughts hit, it's like a ton of bricks. It's much better now, but I'm still hung up on the two thoughts... I haven't missed out on work or anything, but it does consume a portion of my day and other times, it's not there. Sorry for the LONG post. And thanks for reading! Best