Does anyone feel like they can’t enjoy things because of their OCD?
My OCD makes me think I’m a terrible person, so when I’m in a spiral, I feel as if I can’t enjoy the things I usually do—browsing Reddit, watching my favorite things, listening to music etc. I’ll just sit and ruminate and restrict myself from doing anything that gives me joy until I can figure out if I truly have anything to be worried about. My reasoning is if I’m a bad person, then I don’t deserve the joys of life that other people do; I think “bad people don’t deserve to relax and enjoy things. They are defined by the bad things they’ve done”