Growing up, I thought I had a pretty normal childhood. Right up until the sixth grade. That’s when I began to notice things. Like how I was constantly aware of every blink of my eyes. How any normal physical thing could become an enemy that my brain would replay over and over again. I tried talking to my parents about it, but family dysfunction and parental control issues wouldn’t let me see my problem for what it was. So I did everything I could to hide it. It would take me many more years to attach a name to my tortuous condition-Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
But, after many more years of struggling, praying, counseling, I experienced the miracle I had been seeking – I was healed.
So I’m done hiding. This is my story of suffering through and eventually being healed of OCD, anxiety, and depression through the power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. This is my story of how the Lord turned my deepest struggles into my greatest blessings.