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  One day I woke up and felt different. I could not say why — it was just a feeling living somewhere inside me. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was me, a tired version, but still me. Yet something within me did not feel the same. Something had changed, and I could almost see how this other person was trying to get out and live my life. I told myself it was just a period and it would pass. I thought that once I took a break, I would return to myself again. But weeks later there was still no time to rest. And slowly, the other person began living my life. This person was nervous, anxious, and a bit mean. Unsatisfied, raising his voice, reacting with negativity. Impatient, not particularly kind, tolerating nothing and no one. Patience simply did not exist for him. I did not want him there, but I did not have the strength to fight him. The exhaustion was too big. Inside, I felt confused, disgusted, and ashamed of my actions. I felt lonely and misunders...

New year, new me

Target,intrusive thoughts,OCD,stress,anxiety


It is been a long time since I wrote my last post. The reason for this is the absolute mess in my mind. (What a surprise!) Every year in January, I make a list of goals for the next 12 months. I often succeed to accomplish most of my goals, I hope this trend continues and I will look back at the end of the year with a huge smile on my face.

One of my goals is this blog. I have set my mind of what I want; how to grow it, how to be accepted by people, to start earning money from it and so on. One of the main aspects of this goal is writing often, to be more precise – 2 posts every week. Absolutely failing for now, however, it is just the beginning of the year and I choose to stay positive.

My biggest worry is what to write about. I was thinking to write about my struggles with OCD and endless efforts to stay “normal” and feel “normal”, however, I feel quite well lately. Probably the years of reading about OCD, cognitive-behavioral therapy and, most importantly, accepting my condition led to the point where I could talk freely about it. All of this removes a huge amount of the fear and stress that it used to awake in me; learning how to cope with the intrusive thoughts, not letting them grow in my mind, have saved me from hours, days or even weeks of suffering.

I decided not to push myself too much. I told myself that it would come to me, not to worry. So here, I am writing again. I refuse to talk only about my OCD. I have different dreams and interests so I will share them with all of you! My mind is mess with or without my OCD, I am still looking for my dream work, I want to travel around the world, I want to create things and I am taking you with me! If you, the person reading this, struggles as I used to (I still do from time to time!), be aware that there is a way to do everything you want to and dream of. OCD is not a death sentence, just keep trying, learning and love yourself! If you want to share your story, please do not hesitate to write to me!

 

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