Just A Five Minute Drive

just a five minute drive - OCD

When I was a kid, I would have a breakdown every single time my parents left the house. It doesn’t matter who babysat me – my grandmother, aunts or uncles, that cool teenage girl from my church…nope, didn’t matter. I would cry almost the entire time they were gone. Shake. Panic. Scream. Everyone assumed I had a terrible case of separation anxiety, but I didn’t.ย  Continue reading “Just A Five Minute Drive”



I’ve always loved sleep. Well actually, that’s sort of a lie. When I was a kid, I hated sleep. And I don’t mean like the normal “But Moooooom, I don’t want to go to bed yet!” No, that was never my problem. I loved going to bed. I was probably 10 years old and still going to bed before 9:00 with no complaints. See, the problem was never going to sleep. The problem was staying asleep.ย  Continue reading “Sleep”