"Did I hit him?": Surviving the horror of Hit-and-Run OCD thoughts

 

Did I hit him?
Did I kill him?
What if I did?

The thoughts came out of nowhere.
I was just driving. A normal Monday morning.
A man was working on the road. Nothing unusual. Nothing serious.

But my mind didn’t see it that way.

It started quietly.
A whisper turning into questions.
Questions that didn’t belong to reality.

Did I hit him?
Did I miss something?
What if I just kept driving?

In a matter of minutes, my body reacted before I could even understand what was happening.
My breathing got heavier.
My chest felt tight.
That familiar wave of fear started rising.

And suddenly, it felt real.

I was convinced I had hurt someone.
That I had done something unforgivable.
That my life, as I knew it, was over.

I thought about my child.
About everything I could lose.
About consequences that didn’t even exist.

All of it… built on a thought.

That’s the part that’s hardest to explain.
How something unreal can feel so real.

But then, somewhere in the middle of it, I stopped.

No.
Breathe.

Just breathe.

Again.
And again.

You are safe.
You are here.
There is no evidence.
This is not happening.

The thoughts didn’t disappear instantly.
They never do.
But they softened.

They lost a bit of their power.

Living with intrusive thoughts is exhausting.
It can turn the most ordinary moment into something terrifying.

But even then…
we are still here.

Still grounded.
Still in control, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

There will be moments like this.
Highs and lows.
Fear and relief.

And that’s okay.

We don’t have to win every battle perfectly.
We just have to stay.

Here.
Now.

If this feels familiar…
you’re not alone.

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