Announcing… part four of “My OCD Life Story, So Far”: Early Marriage/Late Twenties click here for part three, here for part two, and here for part one After my mission, I did the boring, wonderful, and expected: I got a job, got my own place to live, and got married. We lived in Utah and…
My story, part three
Part three of “My OCD Life Story, So Far”: “Grad school and mission” For part two, click here, and for part one, click here A university in England accepted me for graduate school starting the fall after my internship. At this point, I questioned whether or not I should go. Would I be able to…
My story, part two
Here is part two of “My OCD Life Story, So Far”: “College/It (Properly) Begins” For part one, click here. I loved college. My roommates and I would ride bikes, host shows in our bedroom, go on picnics, and lounge around our house until it felt even too late to get ready for bed. I decided I…
My story, part one
This is part one of “My OCD Life Story, So Far.” For lack of a more clever title, let’s just call this…. “High School”: There I would be, precariously standing on the chair or stool or whatever I had pulled across the carpet to my mirror, just to scrutinize and try on multiple outfits before…
Spontaneity
How are you with last minute things? I’m pretty terrible. I need time to think and brood. Maybe it’s that my OCD likes to have time to worry about all the worst possible scenarios or ways a situation could go. Maybe I’m just too much of an introvert. I don’t know exactly. Usually I stress…