A fierce wave of apathy and a new level of busyness in my life have led me away from blogging recently. This lessening of interest creates additional anxiety on top of everything else: why am I not so interested in writing anymore? Am I losing my fascination with OCD? Am I losing my identity as someone who has suffered and continues to suffer from OCD? Is finding out that I have OCD no longer an intriguing life revelation and now just one thing more thing to deal with? I hope not. Of course, that's exactly why I start obsessing about it. As I mentioned in a previous post, so much has changed in my life recently. I have a new apartment and a new roommate. I also have a new job. However, with the initial training period for that job now complete, I have drastically fewer hours, and the limited number of hours and my somewhat unpredictable schedule have me feeling less useful than I'd like to feel. Lack of purpose breeds a...
looking at life with newfound knowledge of obsessive-compulsive disorder