I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?" And I wished I could say, "Nothing is wrong." But I knew better.
Last week, I boarded a plane to Charleston for a bachelorette weekend. I’d been dreading the flight for months. Airplanes are not on my short list of comfort zones, so I try to avoid them at all costs. Why can’t we just drive? I thought to myself, fancying the idea of a 12-hour car ride … Continue reading What My Fear of Flying Taught Me
Our memories aren’t all we have; they’re just the beginning.
People told me I wanted attention. That I craved sympathy. That I needed to be everyone's best friend. That I was nosy and dramatic. Soon, these became things I told myself, too.
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.
You won't understand until it gets personal.