Finding that Something

My obsessive compulsive disorder really started when I was 19. That same year my father died. I got really depressed and my OCD took over everything, and I came very close to taking my own life.

Now I’m 41 and educated, with a career, an amazing wife, and a family of maddeningly-adorable kiddos. I take pills each day and I meet with a therapist. And I still occasionally think about suicide.