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.
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