Who I was then is not who I am now. That’s good and challenging at the same time.
When everything seems bad, it’s time to look for the good within.
There is no Easy button.
The artificial pressures to be hyperproductive during quarantine are intense. They’re also wrong.
My therapist is on vacation. A little rest is a good thing.
Unwanted thoughts that become obsessions are the hallmark of OCD.
I seem very eager to judge myself for how and what I feel. What’s up with that?
How to measure progress when each day feels the same.
The beginning of a series on my experiences with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
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