I suffer from mild OCD. It started with depression from the birth of my girls 5 years ago,which lead to severe depression, then panic attacks then finally OCD. Its not a nice way to live at all. My obssesions are mainly checking the windows in my childrens rooms at least 10 times per night, and also checking if they are breathing etc. I've also got a thing about the number 3. It feels like it takes up my life constantly worrying. I've got to go back to docs as i've ran out of tablets about 6months ago. I thought i would be ok but i'm not. I think i need to see a therapist about it. So there you go,my life story in about 5 sentences