They Promised Healing.
What I Got Was a Nightmare.

Living with a mental health disorder is like carrying an invisible weight that no one else can see. It grinds you down over the years, erodes your confidence, and leaves you desperate for anything that promises relief.

Sadly, there are people and companies that recognize this desperation not as a call for compassion, but as an opportunity to make money. They don't see the human being, they see a transaction.

I've lived with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) for more than 40 years.

It began when I was just 12. Back then, I had no idea what was happening to me. I started having terrifying intrusive thoughts that would take over my mind, hold me hostage, and leave me feeling broken inside.

As I got older, the symptoms only worsened. OCD isn't just about handwashing or checking locks. It's a relentless, cruel mental illness that rewrites how you think and who you are. It made friendships difficult, relationships strained, and everyday tasks exhausting. Even during moments of peace, there was always a voice whispering that something terrible was about to happen.

Over the decades, I tried everything. Nothing ever brought lasting relief. My life became a cycle of fragile hope followed by crushing disappointment.

So when I heard about Deep TMS therapy, something new and supposedly revolutionary, I felt that tiny flicker of hope again. TMS—Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation—is a non-invasive brain therapy that uses magnetic pulses to stimulate the areas responsible for OCD. I had read that it was FDA-approved, backed by clinical trials, and was even helping people who hadn't responded to anything else.

And just like that, after all these years, I let myself believe: Maybe this is it.

That hope would cost me everything.