It's been almost 5 years since I was diagnosed with severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It's been a long, difficult journey. Looking at my life now, compared to the places I have been in before, so much has changed. There was a time when I couldn't leave my bedroom without using anti-bacterial wipes over every surface and door handle, every item I wanted to take out of my room with me, and showering. I spent hours and hours of my days carrying out rituals. Then, when I was too tired to carry out these rituals any more, I just curled up into my bed and refused to face the world. I cut myself off from my friends, and I worried my family. I remember telling my parents to put me in an institution so that I could start from scratch. I wanted to bin all of my belongings so that I had less to clean. Using the toilet was such an ordeal for me that I wouldn't drink for days, until my urine was 100% blood. My skin bled from how much I washed it. I would hold a pen and mo
A lifestyle blog, including posts about beauty, health, fitness, food. There is a heavy focus on mental health. I work in the mental health industry & I am a sufferer of OCD myself.