A purpose…

I’ve been floundering when it comes to my purpose lately. Yes, taking care of two beautiful children and our home is a job in and of itself, but I’ve been feeling something missing. Something I do for myself. I started praying about it. When intrusive thoughts are a part of your daily existence, I think…

Life is good.

Yesterday, I had an appointment with the psychiatric nurse practitioner that prescribes my medications. It went really well. She mentioned how nice it was for her to see someone with OCD for whom treatment was working, because it’s not something she sees often. I feel so blessed. Yes, some of the side effects of my medications…

Impostor Syndrome…

I apologize for not having written in awhile, I’ve been struggling with the feeling that I’m not really a blogger and I don’t really have anything worthwhile to say. The rational part of me knows this isn’t true. I mean, I don’t need to have anything earth-shattering to say, this blog is my truth, (or…