Anxiety,  Understanding You

Coming Out About Me

When I first got diagnosed with OCD/Anxiety, I didn’t want to tell anymore. I was embarrassed about having a mental illness. I wanted to be normal and normal didn’t mean taking meds to help my moods. But thinking back on it may have been my OCD that made me feel this way. When I got diagnosed with Depression, I embraced it. I was in denial about it for a few months. I even stopped taking my birth control believing it was the sole cause of my loss of joy, but I had been depressed for years.

The first person I told about my illness was my friend who also had OCD. She told me it was nothing to be ashamed of it. She pretty much told me that it was me and that I shouldn’t take it as a bad thing, because I wasn’t bad. I have learned that everyone is a little insane and that shouldn’t make you feel bad. Dwelling on your illness makes you feel depressed. I know. I have been there, done that. I haven’t perfected controlling my emotions, no one is able to do that, but I do know how to make myself feel better. Dwelling on situations doesn’t make them better.

I am a personal blogger! I love to write and I love cookies and cake. And cheesecake. I love talking about my experiences in life. I like to write fiction and invent different worlds in my head. I enjoy watching movies, but I'm not a horror fan. I like watching Disney movies and hope to one day create a Disney Princess.

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