Lately I’ve been immersed in thinking about mental health and OCD. It’s kind of exhausting, but also fascinating because, well, it’s interesting to me that you really can immerse yourself in thinking about those things. There is enough to keep a mind occupied for a long, long time. One thing that I’ve come to understand is…
I had recently stopped my fluoxetine. I was ready for the day, and I think my kids had just finished up their breakfast or were getting close to it. My son had to go the bathroom. For some reason, I decided to go in after he’d been in there a little bit and check on him.…
I received a really insightful comment on my “Sketch” about the Zoo Lights. The comment called me out, and rightly so, for protecting my OCD and choosing it over my relationship with my husband. This very thing happened to me so much before I started my cognitive behavioral therapy in earnest. I chose my OCD…
Awhile ago I wrote about pure O OCD. This is one form of OCD that fascinates me a little more than the others simply because it seems a little odd. Pure O- OCD? So just obsessions? Then how is it still classified as OCD? Wouldn’t it just be “OD”?
Someone I respect in the OCD community commented with a question lately asking me why I decided to wean off my medication. That question struck me. Why? Why am I doing it? Why risk it? I still have obsessions and still engage in compulsions through surely I have made significant progress in regaining my life.…