The title of this post, I am well aware, is very much a misnomer. OCD is still a living, breathing part of my daily existence, and always will be, to a certain degree. However, I'm starting to feel as though I've entered a new stage in my recovery, one where I have to figure out that troubling and very confusing question: what now? For a solid three years my goal was to tackle my OCD. Year one started with my life falling apart shortly after I graduated from college. School had always been my life and provided a certain amount of structure and sense of purpose. As I started my first year of work post-college the following fall, everything seemed to fall apart as one compulsion lead to another until I was having a hard time making it through just a single day at work. This was followed by the search for help. I was lucky in that I relatively quickly stumbled upon the name for my disorder and found an excellent treatment provider, one w...
looking at life with newfound knowledge of obsessive-compulsive disorder