I think, at lest for me, the hardest part of living with OCD is the isolation. Yes the anxiety is not easy, the compulsions are exhausting and all of that. But it is the isolating nature of OCD that grinds me down. I am not just talking about the being different. That we are. And most of us go to great lengths to hide the exact nature of our illness. This secret life we lead, … The Story Continues…
I have spent the last day or so moving all of my domains and sites to a new server. Which is why I am quiet on here. It has been a royal pain but this site, at least seems to have survived the transfer with only minimal impact. A couple of plugins got borked but all in all pretty smooth. … The Story Continues…
This was a little piece I wrote some years ago that I just came across. It’s just a little sketch on my being diagnosed. She sat there reading a year old Time magazine. She was too thin and had dark circles under her eyes. There was something stretched about her. She and I were alone in the small waiting room. Was she crazy too? What hell had she been living in? I thought, watching her … The Story Continues…