Years ago, my therapist asked me what I did for fun. I had to think about it for a while, which, by the way, is a sign that you might not be having too much fun in your life. Finally, I told her that my idea of fun was folding laundry…Read More
I stayed in bed all day. I was depressed, I was anxious, and I had just thrown up. You might be surprised but this was not my eating disorder. This was actually perfectionism. My treatment team had told me for a long time that, if I did not recover from…Read More
I worried about grades as a teenager. I mean, I really worried. Today, I know this was not typical anxiety about school. Looking back, I struggled with obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism. Among other things, I was obsessive-compulsive about never wasting time. Not. One. Second. Further, I was laser-focused on getting…Read More
There’s a typo on this page. Years ago, the blog that you are reading would have never included a typo. Back then, I was an over-studier and obsessive proofreader. My blogs might not have had errors, but today — they just might. I know how much my obsessiveness with being…Read More