I haven’t written about my OCD a lot because, until last September, I didn’t even officially know I had OCD. That’s because, as my psychiatrist put it: “It’s hard to tell where one of your anxiety disorders end and the others begin.” However, once I finally got diagnosed, so many things made sense – one of them being this next (poorly illustrated!) story I’m about to tell you. Continue reading “My Mortal Enemy: Four Nut Muesli (Or, What OCD Really Looks Like)”
It seems my brother and I have similar humour (which is not a surprise because…we definitely do have…exactly the same sense of humour) except he is much better at drawing than I am.
Check out his comic(s) and give his new comic account a follow on Instagram!
Do you ever have those moments when you know, logically, that you are acting/thinking really irrationally? But you still can’t stop. You still can’t get that thought out of your head? If you have health anxiety/hypochondria or other forms of anxiety, you probably know what I mean. Let me share with you the incident of two weeks ago. Continue reading “Girl vs Bush: An Illustrated Incident”
I don’t think I need to list out all of my anxiety issues again. If I did, it would take a while. I have pretty much stopped counting all of the phobias and conditions I’ve acquired over the years. I often talk about how my emetophobia is by far the worst of my anxiety disorders. And, for the most part, it is because it affects me every day. But if I am being honest, it’s actually not the very worst.
This is my third “Crap Happens” post, and it is the most literal edition ever. Let me tell you about Wednesday night. Continue reading “Crap Happens: Crap Edition”
I had a bad day today. I often blog after the fact; after the pain has ended and I can see the whole thing was never a big deal to begin with. Right now, I still feel a little sad. Right now, I still feel a little anxious. Right now, I still feel a little depressed. Continue reading “I Had a Bad Day (Or: anxiety and depression are the worst friends ever)”
It was a misunderstanding. Let me explain. With pictures. Continue reading “So, I Called the Cops on my Grandma.”
So, there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life right now. I mean, probably less than most people if I’m being honest. I feel like I’ve “reached my limit” …but my limit is pathetically low. Continue reading “Reaching My Limit”
I thought I knew my anxiety triggers perfectly. I’ve had anxiety for so long, I assumed I knew every single way it manifested itself in my brain. But apparently, anxiety is not that predictable. I learned this over the Christmas break when I lost a bill. Continue reading “We Lost The Bill (Or: How Anxiety Makes Me Totally Irrational)”