I am a mum. I have OCD. I want to live well. Follow me as I try.
When I left you, I had turned to face the second half of the London marathon course. The challenge had become darker, and I was feeling less sure of myself. I don’t think this is an uncommon reaction at this point of the marathon. Many people report feeling low after the jubilation of Tower Bridge... Continue Reading →
This is another post which has been a long time coming. Almost four months after I completed the London Marathon, I feel I may be able to write about it. It was an amazing, agonising, uplifting, and strangely addictive experience. And, quite possibly, completely indescribable. Hence me taking so long to attempt this! ... Continue Reading →
It’s likely if you’ve seen me recently, I’ve told you I’m fine. I say that a lot, and a lot of the time it’s true. But sometimes it’s not. I think because it is a relatively new thing for me to talk in public about my OCD and anxiety, it’s sometimes difficult for me to... Continue Reading →
The Husband doesn’t know I’m writing this. And it wasn’t what I planned for my next blog post. But I had an overwhelming urge to write something about him and how he supports me. He has to put up with a lot living with me. It’s not easy living with someone who has OCD, someone... Continue Reading →
