Mental health is not something we as a society like to talk about. But we need to; I need to. I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) in 2016. It has been quite the journey, learning to recreate my identity surrounding an illness I knew little to nothing about, other than the preconceived biases that this society had created for me. Now that OCD affects everything that I do and everything that I think, all of the little misconceived comments about OCD in the media and from people around me, they hurt. I want to help change these ideas, and the way that we talk about OCD and mental illness. So I am writing this for myself, for understanding, to free up more space in my mind, and for you, if you would like to read it and to learn.
DISCLAIMER: The following posts contain pieces of my battle with a debilitating and often disheartening mental illness, and may be difficult to read for those also fighting depression or other mental illnesses. Please read further knowing that sensitive subjects will be brought up, but that I do so with the hope that others can find an ally. If you are struggling with depression, please know that while not many talk about this battle, you are not alone in it.