In sickness and in health…

There’s never a convenient time to be sick, and there’s never a convenient time for someone you love to be sick. When someone you love is dealing with a mental illness, it can often take over their entire life, and yours as well

Taking care of myself…

Like most moms I know, I’m really bad at taking care of myself. I feel guilty when I start doing something that’s just for myself because I have these two awesome little people who are so incredibly dependent on me for their needs…  But that needs to change.  I need to take care of myself…

And now for something a little different…

I’ve been focused on OCD-related posts a lot lately, probably because OCD is a fairly size able chunk of my life, but it’s not all that I am so I’ve decided it’s not all I should blog about. Today, I want to write about one of my favorite things to do: get out of my…

Sharing our stories…

In case you missed it, there was an incredibly open piece in The Mirror yesterday. If you haven’t had time to read, it’s about a 23-year-old man named Richard Taylor whose OCD imprisoned him for months–causing him to lose 3.5 stone (roughly 50 pounds, if you’re an American unfamiliar with that unit of measurement) and remain upstairs…

Intrusive Thoughts: Horror Movies in my Mind

Originally posted on The Butterfly Mother:
My experience of postnatal depression was largely rooted in intense anxiety.  This is the second of three posts about the worst of my anxiety-induced symptoms (insomnia, intrusive thoughts and derealisation/depersonalisation) and how I managed or overcame each of them.   *Please note this post contains reference to disturbing intrusive thoughts that may be triggering…

Dear Pediatrician, please be careful with your “careful.”

(Last week I brought my daughter to the pediatrician for her checkup. Yesterday, I brought my son. Our pediatrician is a professor of pediatric medicine–cause neurotic mama wanted the very BEST for her kids–and so we get different residents at the beginning of our appointment. Then, our pediatrician, who I love, comes in. This letter…

I have OCD, please don’t touch my baby…

For those of you who haven’t read this blog before, when I say I have OCD, I don’t mean that I think organization is super cool (though I do, because it is…) I mean that I experience intrusive, unwanted, and anxiety-producing thoughts about any number of things. The thought of harm coming to those I…

Resolutions 

It’s officially 2016, and thank goodness because 2015, while full of some wonderful things (birth of the ladybug, seeing bug turn into a real person, and finally getting an answer for why I’ve always had these intrusive thoughts…) it’s also been a pretty rough half year or so (Transient Ischemic Attack–basically a mini stroke–and all…