There I was, trapped in my room with no where to go.
It had become my last refuge and now a self-contained cell. I was a living contradiction: both the prisoner and the gatekeeper. This is what OCD had reduced my life to: hiding away from all of my fears in the confines of my room. Fear of the outside kept me trapped. Can you imagine what it feels like when you perceive the entire world as a threat? Once a normal teen and then .. a nervous wreck.