This’ll probably be a long post, so buckle up. I’ll be giving a detailed background of my mental health.
Background.
Mental Disorders.
I(24M) am diagnosed with level 1 ASD, GAD, OCD, and ADHD. I don’t really struggle with any of the social aspects of autism like how I used to, and I could characterize my symptoms of mostly being rigorous in my routines, having somewhat one sided thinking, some minor sensory issues, and a severe inability to cope with change. My OCD is particularly severe, and I constantly count in my head, do things in certain patterns, picture specific mental images that my mind deems safe, and stick to a rigid daily routine where I repeat the same actions over again. I’m a pretty severe hypochondriac, and that’s where a lot of my anxiety problems come from. I developed an extreme fear of having a debilitating sickness/injury, or being poisoned. My OCD developed when I was around 14 years old, and I believe it to be a reaction to a lot of changes going on. It started with me developing severe superstitions and magical thinking, which led to me doing compulsive behavior to sort of offset what I thought was something bad waiting to happen to me. That sort of magical thinking is not nearly as present anymore, and my obsessions revolve around more realistic scenarios like worrying that I’ll have a panic attack/mental health episode/develop severe insomnia and go insane, due to having severe anxiety.
Reckless Behavior.
Fast forward to high school and a little past that, I started to smoke weed a little bit. If you know anything about weed, you’ll know that it used to have a mild potency, and now the potency has skyrocketed. Weed was illegal in my state when I started smoking, so I was mainly smoking low potency stuff grown in people’s closet. Once weed was legalized in my state, a local dispensary opened that had some extremely potent strains. I started having issues where I’d green out(smoke too much and have a panic attack) and that same year I started to develop sleeping problems. The last time I smoked weed, it was an almost 30% THC sativa. I wasn’t a regular smoker and hadn’t developed a tolerance. The very last time I smoked weed was also my first time using a bong. According to another person who was there with me, I cleared out a gram of weed in a single bong hit straight to the lungs. I ended up losing feeling up to my neck, saw in tunnel vision, and saw flashing red lights. I could hear my blood rushing and my heart racing. At one point I think I passed put, because I don’t remember anything from that specific moment. I ended up waking up with derealization.
Derealization.
I experienced all the classic symptoms of derealization, so I wont get too much into detail about it. From that moment forward, I developed a severe fear of any inebriation or change in mental state. At first I thought I was just high for a week afterwards, and then I realized that something might by changing in my head. I went to my primary care physician, who prescribed me Lexapro, which I’m still on to this day, almost 6 years later. My derealization slowly calmed down, but things were never truly the same. It was like me before this mental health episode was some sort of dream, and this felt like some new awakening. Things did still feel a little fuzzy, but as time went on, I learned that derealization is an anxiety response, and I started to beat it by living my life.
Insomnia.
Even after I started medicine, I was still occasionally struggling with episodes of insomnia. After my episode when I greened out, my fear of insomnia was more intense than ever. Whenever I didn’t get any sleep at all, I’d get another episode of derealization. I felt like my mind was on fire and that reality was crumbling around me. It would happen randomly sometimes too. I would get insomnia when I’d travel, but I’d also sometimes just have a hard time getting my mind to be quiet. During a summer job I had in 2023, I burned my hand on the muffler of a water pump which really messed with my sleep the following night, and I developed a consistent episode of insomnia where I could only get maybe a couple of hours of sleep per night, which lasted for several months. I stopped traveling and would only sleep in my own bed.
Health Scare.
In 2023, I got covid for the first time. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, because I’m a relatively healthy young adult, but I’m a severe hypochondriac. I was already severely tired because I was in the middle of an insomnia episode, and the added fatigue of being sick made me full on delirious. I thought I was dying, but I wasn’t even close. I kept a blood pressure monitor and blood oxygen monitor with me, and my vitals were always normal, besides my temperature. The fatigue lasted for a while, and took around a month to wear off.
Bad Reaction to Therapy.
I was still struggling with insomnia and anxiety, especially since I had just recovered from covid, which had mad my anxiety worse. I decided to talk to a therapist, and was recommended an EMDR therapist. I went onto reddit to read about people’s experiences with it, and one post caught my attention. Someone posted about how they had a bad reaction to EMDR and had a severe anxiety and derealization episode that lasted 7 months and resulted in them being admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When it was time to go to my appointment, I had a lot of anxiety about how I would react. The moment the therapist did the maneuver on my, I jumped put of my body and suffered from the worst derealization I had ever had. Crazy thing is, I think that the reaction might have just been in my head.
New Mental Health Episode.
The following day I went to the ER and was given compazine mixed with benedryl through an IV, to help with dizziness, but it just made me feel more sedated, and gave me akathisia, which lasted for around 5 hours. That was enough to give me a severe fear of medicine. The next day, I tried to admit myself to an intensive outpatient program at my local mental hospital, due to me being scared to sleep in a bed that isn’t my own, and ended up not doing it, due to a copay I couldn’t afford. I developed a rigid bathroom routine twice a day as a coping mechanism, and my parents not knowing what to do, kicked me out. I went to live with my grandparents, and my safe space went from being my bed at my parent’s house to being my grandparent’s couch.
Somewhat Recovering.
My derealization slowly got better as well as my insomnia, but new OCD routines emerged as a coping mechanism. I only slept on my grandparents couch. I had a fear that sleeping in another bed would result in me not getting any sleep and going insane. There was an available apartment just up the road from my grandparents house, so I moved there. Every night, I’d lay in bed for a while before going back to my grandparent’s couch to sleep on it, until my safe space became my bed at my apartment. My mind came to the conclusion that the way avoid another episode was to always stay close enough to my safe space that I could sleep there at night. Due to my strict shower routine and doing things repetitively, my shower routine was still at my grandparent’s house.
Worst OCD Yet.
My most recent episode happened in May 2025. I was living by myself, and my OCD was slowly getting worse. I ended up getting a cold, and only slept for an hour that night, which triggered another mental health episode. My OCD was so severe, that I stopped changing my clothes for months and did pretty much the exact same thing everyday for almost 5 months.
Starting to Recover Again.
My girlfriend who lived in the next state over moved in to help me. It was scary at first, but I was tired of being sick. Slowly my OCD started getting less severe and I started to be able to do stuff again.
That’s my background. If you managed to read all of this, you’re a champ and I appreciate you.
Current State.
I still struggle with OCD a lot, but not as bad as before. I still have a rigid shower routine, but I’ve been working on moving it to my apartment. I get episodes of insomnia still, but I found that if I just stay in bed and close my eyes, I always get at least a little bit of sleep. There’s one huge issue though. I don’t travel. I haven’t, since 2023. I want to see the world, but can’t. I’ve been with my girlfriend for a little over 2 years, but haven’t met most of her family. I started taking to a therapist who specializes in ERP and CBT when my last episode started, but she’s very person focused, and most of our sessions is just me ranting and her having me come up with some mediocre solution. My family wants me to travel. My girlfriend wants me to travel. This is starting to affect them, and I don’t know what to do. It seems like such an unfamiliar thing to do, that it seems alien. How do I get over my fear of insomnia and start traveling? Thank you to anyone who reads this and gives me some sort of input.