About me

Hi. I'm the person behind this journal.

I've had OCD since 2003, though I didn't have a name for it until much later. For years I thought I was just anxious, just weird, just broken. Writing this is my way of making sense of it — and maybe helping someone else feel less alone.

I was diagnosed with OCD in 2003, after years of thinking my intrusive thoughts were a sign of who I really was. They're not. That's the thing nobody tells you at first.

I've done CBT/ERP therapy. I've had good stretches and terrible ones. I've cancelled plans, avoided places, and spent hours on rituals that felt completely necessary and completely pointless at the same time.

I started this journal because I needed somewhere to put it all. I kept writing because I found out I wasn't alone. And now I write for both of us — for me, and for whoever needs to read it.

What this journal stands for

Honesty over inspiration

I don't write to be brave or inspiring. I write because it's true. Some days are hard. I'll say so.

Not medical advice

I'm not a therapist. I'm a person with OCD. Please seek professional support if you need it - I'll always say so.

Community over isolation

OCD thrives in secrecy. The more we talk about it, the less power it has. That's why the community matters.

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The community is open to anyone who lives with OCD or loves someone who does. Come as you are.

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