Self-care is a skill. If you’re lucky, your parents teach you everything you need to know. If you’re unlucky or over forty, it’s less innate and requires more education and practice. I was bad at self-care for a long time. It was the eating disorder and the raging mental illness. My energies were otherwise occupied.…… Continue reading Self-care is an evolving art.
The great thing about lots of physical health issues is that it balances my neuroticism. Balance soothes my OCD. Balance doesn’t soothe my restless legs. The restless leg syndrome (RLS) emerged after I stopped taking benzodiazepines. It’s a not-uncommon problem related to benzos that nobody mentions. Thank God I was just starting in-patient treatment for…… Continue reading Restless leg syndrome (RLS), or why I started punching my thighs.
I take psychiatric meds. I’ll probably continue doing so for the rest of my life. My neurochemistry doesn’t work well without outside help. It never bothered me to admit that I take antidepressants, and it didn’t make me ashamed. I embraced my membership in Prozac Nation. I didn’t worry much about the diagnoses either. Maybe…… Continue reading Take the pills (red or blue).
It occurred to me that some people might consider my title disrespectful – oh well. I thought about changing it, but decided not to. I also couldn’t decide if I should include a trigger warning, but since my “about” page mentions mental illness early on, I think we’ll consider it said. I count. I’ve mentioned…… Continue reading Staying safe with counting: fun with OCD.