Being diagnosed, and coming to terms, with OCD has been a strange journey. In some ways, it’s been a relief. Looking back through all my experiences, it explained a lot. I wasn’t weird, I wasn’t weak — I had a condition, with a name, and a treatment, and a community. I wasn’t alone. This was liberating. I started to change the story I was telling myself about myself. I began to accept myself just as I am, and started trying to figure out what I need, instead of how I should change.
After I began knocking down the walls I had built, love flooded in. Then I realised that the love had been there all along, I just hadn’t believed myself worthy of it. I hadn’t understood how to connect to it, how to avail myself of it, but now I did. And I began to rely on it.
Pressuring ourselves to be happy all the time is not only futile, it is exhausting. Sometimes we just need to let ourselves feel whatever we are feeling in the moment, even especially if it’s not insta-perfect. It is good to know how to care for ourselves during these times, so here are some suggestions for riding the waves…
Sometimes we’re hard on ourselves in ways that we’d never be on anyone else. It may seem like we’re pushing ourselves to be better, when really all we’re doing is beating ourselves up. If we really want to move forward, being gentle with ourselves is actually more productive.
Being a caregiver can be a thankless task. Often, the people being cared for may be unable to express their gratitude, love and affection. I hope these words lift up the people who do the uplifting, because the world cannot survive without them.