I have a lot of things that have happened in my life that I am perfectly fine talking about. I can put almost anything out there, but somethings hold me back. Talking about certain things with my family and friends that make me uncomfortable. I recently published a post called "What Triggered My OCD." I … Continue reading Things I Can’t Talk About
When I see my aunt she always gives me this one piece of advice, “meet people where they are.” For me, this is difficult to follow through on. I hold everyone to a high standard that is impossible to reach. When I do something I give 1000%, and I expect everyone else to do the … Continue reading Meet Me in the Middle
I remember shaming mental illness. This was long ago before any of this applied to me. I used to think that depression was something that you just got over. “Why were people always sad?” I thought. “Just get over it,” were my other thoughts. No one ever educated me on mental illness. I got educated … Continue reading I Once Shamed Mental Illness
When people ask if I have a boyfriend I get this feeling in my the pit of my stomach. I answer honestly and then move on. I feel that people judge me on something that I am not ready to do. In society’s standards, I should at least have one or two boyfriends, but I … Continue reading Why I Don’t Date
My meds make me sleep too much. It is definitely a side effect. As an already sleepy person, this makes it eleven times worse. I take three to five-hour naps. I’m not sure that is even a nap. Naps are supposed to be an hour or so maybe two. Because of this, I don’t sleep … Continue reading Call Me Sleeping Beauty
Forgiving myself is a hard thing for me to do. I can never get over my mistakes the way I do other people’s, this is because I hate to fail. When I make a mistake I feel stupid and wrong for not doing something right on the first time, but the thing is everyone makes … Continue reading How to Get Over Yourself
Weight gain and my medicine go hand and hand. I was anxious about taking medicine for OCD because I had heard stories about anti-depressants. Believe it or not, I was willing to just have OCD. The medicine cons weren’t worth it to me. But I was forced by my mom and therapist to take the … Continue reading I’m Sane, but My Weight Isn’t!