I rarely post my own stuff here, but to make up for my missed Wellness Wednesday (I'm sorry it was my Birthday!) I wanted to give you a little double feature. This is one of my favorite posts I've done lately and a mantra I've been repeating to myself often this week as I find myself deep in the grief of acceptance. Yes, even in recovery there is room for grief. Let me know if this resonates for you.
As human beings we carry many labels. I’m a Mother, Sister, Wife, Advocate, Friend and OCD sufferer. Those are just a handful of my labels. I’m also an artist, Dog Mom, reader and much more. There are times when the OCD label can feel especially heavy or overwhelming.
It likes to happen when I’m stressed and OCD is hitting me full-force. It also happens when I’m focusing on treatment actively or when I’m feeling frustrated due to the stigmatizing nature of having a mental illness. In those moments, OCD has a way of overtaking all the other aspects of me. It makes me doubt everything about myself and forget that I’m a whole human being made up of MANY different facets.
I have had moments where it felt that OCD had stripped me of my personality and everything I cared about. It took up all of my time with obsessions and rituals. It made me feel that there was nothing but a shell of me filled to the brim with OCD. But with ERP and lots of hard work, I realized I was still there. I was still me and OCD is just one label of many that make me who I am.
I am more than my OCD even though it would like me to believe otherwise and so are you.
Sending you all lots of love today!
Alexandra