• Dealing With Stress,  Understanding You

    I’m Not Stressed

    For the first time in months, I am not feeling like I’m going to explode from the inside out. I have been stressed out my entire life trying to do everything at once. I have put standards on myself that are hard to upkeep. I didn’t know what it’s like to breathe, but I do now.  I always thought that it was something that people who were established did. I couldn’t enjoy life because I needed to be established. I’m learning to live and let live. I know that I’m not letting anyone down except myself. If I continue to put high standards on myself I feel I would have…

  • A Day in the Life,  Anxiety,  Dealing With Stress

    Hiding You. I Mean Your Compulsions.

    No one understands compulsions. For starters, it’s hard to explain OCD to people period. A lot of the stresses that you go through most people think you should just get over. It’ hard to explain to people why you jump over cracks in the floor or why you only enter through doors on the left and never on the right. Those things make us feel better. Being around people that see you do this often isn’t a big deal. Family and friends who know you and your habits are used to you, but what do you do when you are around people who don’t know your habits? One of my…

  • Anxiety

    Even Numbers Are Bad

    I never understood why I needed things to be a specific number, but I just do. I don’t like even numbers. I find them to be dreadful. Even numbers throw off the balance and the balance is supposed to have a number in the center. When I researched OCD, I found out that counting is a thing. I don’t know why, but it is. There is no reason to have even when you could have odd. Odd numbers relieve my anxiety and make me feel at ease. If I go and buy yogurt at the store, I will get five. If I get brownies, I get three. I refuse to…

  • Dealing With Stress,  Understanding You

    When I’m In My Emotions

    When I’m in my emotions, I pull my hair. Over time I have had several inches cut off because I pull at my ends. This mainly happens when I’m stressed. Stress causes me to make my hair shorter. Isn’t that crazy? My hair and are besties so I hate to see it look bad because of something I did. If you didn’t know this, I have long hair, so it can sometimes be traumatizing to cut off several inches. When I’m not touching my hair, I’m touching and picking at my face. I switch depending on which one I want to do that day. Personally, I don’t know which one…