The compulsion to confess and reassure myself


So basically I spend at least an hour daily to confess my weakness and reassure my strength.
It affects my life. I haven’t noticed this until recently, after reading an article on OCD.

Do you have similar anxiety? Is this related to schizophrenia?


They say confession is good for the soul. In twelve step groups they have you take a moral inventory of yourself and put down all the bad things you’ve done. Then you tell one person your whole moral inventory. When I look back on my moral history, something that just crushed me with guilt really wasn’t that bad, and something that didn’t strike home at the time was really pretty awful. Neither incident had anything to do with sex.


That’s sort of how I find my optimism, reassure the positive and get my head together and remember to be thankful for what I have.