My story, part one

This is part one of “My OCD Life Story, So Far.” For lack of a more clever title, let’s just call this…. “High School”: There I would be, precariously standing on the chair or stool or whatever I had pulled across the carpet to my mirror, just to scrutinize and try on multiple outfits before…

Spontaneity

How are you with last minute things? I’m pretty terrible. I need time to think and brood. Maybe it’s that my OCD likes to have time to worry about all the worst possible scenarios or ways a situation could go. Maybe I’m just too much of an introvert. I don’t know exactly. Usually I stress…