Ever woken up wishing you had not? I do not mean because you fancy another half-hour or so in bed, I mean because your entire being is CRIPPLED with anxiety and fear? Fear about confronting the day ahead because you are worried how you are going to get through it without panicking? Fear that everything you see or touch is going to be CONTAMINATED? Frightened to put your nose near anything because you worry it will smell of that smell you most dread? You ever woken up thinking, I can not take much more of this…..I WILL NOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS? I hope none of you have ever felt any of these feelings because I would not wish them on my worst enemy. I HAVE HAD ALL OF THESE THOUGHTS THIS WEEK AND IT IS DUE TO SUFFERING FROM A MENTAL PROBLEM. Only if you do too or have at some point in your life, will you then truly understand the amount of mental torment and anguish that I am going through right now!
The verdict for years has been that I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder(OCD). I have had others mentioned like Asperger’s Syndrome and borderline psychosis but nothing has come of them. The last one sounds more severe than it actually is, when I found out what it actually meant. I have been told I have a very severe case of a very unusual type of OCD. For example, it revolves around contamination and the thought of it, but unlike many other sufferers I do not fear I am going catch something or die from ‘contaminated things’. Other sufferers I have been told worry about contamination and how it might make their loved ones ill. Again, this is not like my OCD.
My OCD revolves around me needing to feel ‘uncontaminated’ in order to achieve piece of mind(equilibrium). I can not function or even just mentally cope if I feel I am contaminated. This also applies if I think my home or any other buildings that I go in are contaminated too(the latter to a lesser extent). It has changed through the years as well. I would get on top of one issue say like a dog poo phobia and then straight away I would develop a more intense phobia/fear about something else. I said to a therapist once that it felt like I was spinning plates all of the time, so exhausting. For as long as can remember I have always had to be worrying about something.
University was tough having OCD but at the same time it was great therapy for me. I desperately wanted a degree so I managed to fight and handle my contamination fears. I lived in a rough area of Liverpool where many people did not pick up their dog crap. It was hard but my motivation was my degree and wanting a brilliant life with a brilliant career. Mentally, I would put ‘MR OCD’ in a box outside my lecture theatre and I would not return to him until going home. The mind occupation of my studies with the ever demanding essay deadlines, really help distract the OCD.
Then I had a load of physical health problems start, you name I have had or still have it…argh. Well, I mean already had a lot whilst at Uni but then I got some bloody more. I had a major contamination do going to a local doctors once for some blood tests. Lets just say I sat in something….unknowingly until the day afterwards. Home was always my ‘safe uncontaminated little bubble’ so you can imagine my utter devastation when I discovered that I had spread this nasty smell all over the house. Three years on and I am still not really over it. I am still not the person I once was when at Uni. This person I really liked. I feel like a failure at the moment. My life currently feels like a big fat joke and waste of time!
I have been coping…ish since this big disaster and been reassured that the house will be tonnes better once we decorate in the near future(back living at Mum’s at the mo). That is going to be very tough though.ie contaminated things being moved but it needs doing. Then my physical health took a turn for the worse. For the last twelve months I have been struggling with swollen legs which turned out to be a condition called lymphoedema. You have it for life and there is no cure. I am desperate to get my physical and mental health better cos I want a career, too meet somebody and maybe have kids one day. However, at the moment I am just presented with ROADBLOCK AFTER BLOODY ROADBLOCK.
Whilst going for tests in the last six months which led to lymphoedema being diagnosed, to my great distress I have kept smelling a nasty smell either near me or on me. To cut a long story short I have just worked out where in the house it has been coming from……I THINK(AND PRAY). Yesterday I was all over the place, in full panic and distress mode. I can not believe we had this smell in our house for three years and only now have I become aware of where it has been coming from. I have been feeling contaminated all over. I feel like the house is contaminated all over and that I will never get over this. Worry the house will never feel clean and uncontaminated again. Right now it is one of the worse times I have had with my OCD. I feel sick and almost scared to move. This is not a life that I lead at the moment, it just feels like an existence. There I was thinking I was slowly making tinny steps forward with my OCD and then this latest episode just goes and slaps me in the face. At times I feel like a sick old animal who just needs putting out of their misery.
I now that sounds strong but it is how I feel right now. I feel completely suffocated by the OCD and so fed up at the constant physical health battles. I also feel fat, a mess and I have had enough. I want to being going out with some lovely girl on my arm and say working as some kind of writer. How can I do that or ever foresee this happening when I am in constant rib and pelvic pain, together with a severe mental health issue that seems too severe to ever get that much better from? Christ, I can not even take much needed medication for my OCD due to them stinging my sore ribs terribly.
I just needed to put it down in a blog about how I was feeling. I wanted to share the thoughts of a sufferer with OCD in case anybody out there is a sufferer too, but instead suffering in silence. I long for a better life. I am a good guy, one of life’s good guys and I do not deserve such a current crap life. I long for things to improve very quickly, NO I NEED THEM TO IMPROVE IMMEDIATELY……….but in reality I worry that they ever will. Get better? Right now I fear I have more chance of FLYING TO THE MOON!
GLORY FOR QUIGG, BUT IT’S INJUSTICE FOR ‘MILLION DOLLAR’ CROLLA!
One definition of a ‘fairy tale’ is and I quote, “a story in which improbable events lead to a happy ending”.
I am gutted right now because last Saturday, Manchester boxer Anthony ‘Million Dollar’ Crolla got denied his own fairy tale story. This man widely dubbed as the ‘nicest guy in boxing’, deserved to become the WBA Lightweight Champion of the World that night but instead he got denied by poor judging. The roof of the Manchester Arena should have been blown off by joyous Mancunian celebrating his unbelievable win. Rather, bitterness, injustice and a sense of what might have been filled the air. The hardest of sport of them all seems all the much harder to bear on nights like this.
For those who are unaware, Anthony Crolla is the boxer who hit the headlines last Christmas time after confronting two burglars in his next door neighbours back garden. After giving chase and cornering the two culprits events then took a dramatic and devastating turn. One of them on Anthony’s blindside hit him over the head with a slab of concrete. As they fled away Anthony staggered back home in shock and was later rushed into hospital. He was later diagnosed with a fractured skull and had broken his right ankle in two places.
In the immediate aftermath of this shocking incident his general well being as a person was at the forefront everybody’s mind, never mind if he was going to get well enough to ever box again. On January 23rd 2015 he was due to fight for the WBA world lightweight title against Champion Richard Abril. This one random act of heroism cost Anthony his dream of fighting for that world title.
Anthony’s health and injuries began to improve and slowly but surely he started making steady progress. He dreamed of being able to fight for that world title, the chance that so cruelly got taken away from him months before. After Anthony got the all clear from the various doctors promoter Eddie Hearn managed to get him another crack at the WBA world lightweight title. His comeback fight was going to be in his hometown of Manchester on July 18th, against highly rated new champion Darleys Perez.
I am a massive Crolla fan primarily due to him living about two miles from me. I also love his Manchester trainer Joe Gallagher. Both sound like stereotypical Mancunians and as a fellow Manc, I proudly love this about them. Nevertheless, I have to be honest and say that I thought Anthony might be just come up short in this world title bid. I badly wanted him to win of course but I just thought his extended time out of the ring might just catch-up with eventually. I am a massive UFC fan and I have seen ring rust badly effect multiple fighters who have made a comeback after many months out of the cage. I also thought the magnitude of the occasion might get to him a bit. This is a guy who thought at one point thought he might never be able to box again. Coming out to twenty-thousand cheering Mancunians could easily get to him I thought.
My concerns about the emotion of the occasion getting to Crolla were completely misplaced has it happens. I was also wrong to think he should have had a warm-up fight first to shed off any ring rust that he may have had. Crolla gave an absolute brilliant performance againt Perez. Admittedly, Perez won the first round and look very menacing I thought. Then it all changed in the second round when near the end of the round Crolla caught him with an absolute peach of a shot. Perez’s legs did that ‘funky chicken dance’ and he was momentarily hurt without a shadow of a doubt.
The rest of the fight was an enthralling one. To me and to all of the commentators who were watching it ringside, it seemed one that Crolla was definitely edging. His work rate was far superior to Perez’s. He seemed to have all the momentum in the contest. Perez on the other hand seemed lacklustre, tired and void of many ideas. His superior punching power and ring nous always kept him in the contest but anybody could see that Crolla was winning the fight. With Perez having two points deducted for illegal low blows then it seemed even more clear to everybody that Crolla won be soon be crowned the new world champion. When the final bell went I was cheering loudly from the armchair because I knew Crolla had won. I tweeted earlier in the week that if Crolla won then his story would be made into a Hollywood blockbuster. I was so happy that he was going to be part of such a wonderful modern day fairy tale. Manchester was getting ready to celebrate wildly with him.
I had this dreaded feeling something was up after main commentator Nick Halling suggested something might be, going off some of the facial expressions in the ring post fight. This sick feeling in my stomach was compounded when the judges scorecards were read out. The first one gave it 116-111 Crolla. The second 114-113 Perez. The third gave it 113-113 and so a ‘majority draw’ was the final result, thus Perez remained the champion. I was truly flabbergasted and astonished at what I was seeing and hearing. Boos loudly rang out around the Manchester Arena from fans who were equally as disgusted as me. In the post-fight interviews I thought Matchroom Sports promoter Eddie Hearn summed it up perfectly. He said it was not a robbery because it was a relatively close fight, however if you factor in the two points deducted for the low blows then clearly Crolla won that fight by two or three rounds.
I was so gutted for the ‘Million Dollar’ Crolla. He is one of life’s good guys and after a hellish year he so deserved the judges to have got the scoring right. He deserves to be the new WBA lightweight champion of the world and the fact that he is not is hard to take. They say sport can be unfair at times and so never was this more the case than on last Saturday night. Crolla is a champion all but in name however for two reasons. One, for what he did for his neighbour, and then two for remarkably getting himself fit enough to fight again. I just hope his story does not play out the same way as it did for his stablemate Paul Smith Jnr. Paul a super-middleweight also trained my Joe Gallagher, deserved to win his first title fight against Champion Arthur Abraham. He too was on the wrong end of poor judging in my opinion. In the rematch however Abraham was better prepared and decisively won it. I just hope if he gets the rematch against Darleys Perez then Crolla does not suffer the same fate. I definitely think Perez took Crolla too lightly. I am gutted for you Crolla but take a bow son, you truly deserve to be the champ and could not have done anything more. Just like the star you are, you left it all in the ring mate.
In stark contrast, the night for Bury boxer Scott Quigg, was one of extreme jubilation. Quigg, the WBA Regular Super Bantamweight champion successfully defended his belt against former world champion Kiko Martinez. Spaniard Martinez is a former world champion and was widely seen as Quigg’s toughest opponent to date. Some even thought that he would be too much for Quigg. For example, Carl Frampton’s trainer Shane McGuigan predicted pre-fight that Kiko was all wrong for Quigg and that he would defeat him. Carl Frampton being the IBF World Super Bantamweight champion and Quigg’s biggest rival.
The first round did worry me slightly from a Quigg fan perspective. Quigg did not really throw any meaningful punches at Kiko and so we had the latter constantly coming forward at Quigg in a menacing manner. It looked like this could indeed be a testing night for Quigg, only for him then to hit Kiko with a power bomb of an uppercut that rocked Martinez right down to the bottom of his boots. Seeing he had Kiko in trouble Quigg then quickly seized all over him and duly landed a first knockdown. A clearly shaken Kiko got back to his feet in time but after another devastating onslaught by Quigg, it was GOODNIGHT VIENNA as they say(not exactly sure who says that though).
What a win for Quigg that was. Definitely his best career performance to date. The stunned crowd went crazy too, it seemed an amazing atmosphere. I hope after this performance Scott Quigg now gets some much deserved respect from the boxing fans who had previously doubted his talent as a boxer. Whilst he was giving this amazing performance on SKY SPORTS, Carl Frampton struggled on his debut fight in America shown on ITV1. If they do ever fight one another then after last weekend the purse split has to be a straight down the line fifty/fifty one now. Frampton could never get away with seeking a seventy/thirty one now, as it was reported he allegedly demanded last time. This weekend saw the stock of Scott Quigg rise and I am pleased for him. I have since heard his next fight could be a cracker against ‘The Filipino Flash’ Nonito Donaire. Donaire is a massive name in the sport and former world champion in two different weight divisions.
Other bouts on the main televised card featured Tyrone Nurse v Chris Jenkins for the British light-welterweight title, and Sam Eggington v Glenn Foot for the British and Commonwealth welterweight titles. The first mentioned fight ended in a draw some how. I say some how because Nurse should have won the fight. He seemed the one with the higher skill-set and there seemed to be more left in the tank from him when it was over. In fairness to him though I did think he just nicked the fight, nevertheless it should never have been that close. Nurse should have pushed for a bigger victory thus making sure the judges could not get it wrong. I have seen him a couple of times now and he has the potential to be better than just fighting at domestic level. He just has to have a higher work rate and not coast as much in fights.
The second bout was deemed a real fifty/fifty one but in reality it was a one sided dominant display by the ever improving young Eggington. Foot being the shorter and more stocky, was never able to get past the long reach of Eggington. Eggington completely picked him apart and he is definitely one to keep your eye on.
The other televised bout was a bit of a borefest. It featured St.Helens super-middleweight Martin Murray in a eight round warm-up fight against Mirzet Bajrektarevic from Croatia. I am not sure what Murray gained from this contest because his opponent did not offer much back. I think my window cleaner could have beat this Croatian dude so it was of no great shame when the referee stopped it somewhat prematurely. Bigger and tougher tests await for Murray in the near future. He does look more of a natural super-middleweight to me, one has to think cutting down to middleweight must have impacted on his performances some how in the past.
Overall, it was a great nights viewing. Quigg’s performance was amazing and Crolla was brilliant too, just so gutting that he did not get the win that he so richly deserved. The thing that sticks out the most though is the music that Anthony Crolla walked out too. It was so emotional and inspiring to see him walking out to’Hometown Glory’ by Adele. It was like Anthony’s way of saying thank to the people of Manchester for all of the support they had given him over those very dark few months. He loves the City of Manchester. I just hope one day soon he gets to become world champion……….AND IF SO, IT WOULD BE THE BEST FAIRY TALE THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN!