I felt nothing, mostly. And when I did feel, it wasn’t sadness. It was terror. Continue reading My OCD and Me: The Demons that Coexistent
You can’t avoid every trigger. Can’t run from agony. Can’t hide from your worries. Continue reading What My Fear of Flying Taught Me
Our memories aren’t all we have; they’re just the beginning. Continue reading An Open Letter to My College Friends
People told me I just wanted attention. Soon, this became something I told myself, too. Continue reading Empathy Is Not Wrong, Society Is
I bet they don’t tell you in the movies, or on social media, or even in psychology class, that OCD can affect the way you love, too. Continue reading My OCD and Me: Treading Water in a Drought
Being strong does not mean being fearless. It means acknowledging your own personal fears and not allowing them to overcome you. Continue reading My OCD and Me: Why am I so Weak?