So here's the deal. I was diagnosed with severe ocd, as in i don't work and i barely leave the house. My life has become a the same, day in day out. I hate it. I'm on fifty(not actually)kinds of medication, that only kinda help. I'm depressed, nobody I know has a clue what it's like and I'm losing hope. Seriously after 25 years of this I'm losing hope. It's hard to think you'll ever have a life you don't hate.
Maybe Jesus did something for you too and you are yet to realize it?? Just maybe...