“OC87” is a term coined by one of my therapists. It refers to the year 1987: the year I wanted to control everyone and everything.
I wrote a song called “Everything Will Kill You” inspired by all the times that I’ve fearfully prepared myself for tragedies that have never actually happened.
I don’t know if my depression, anxiety, or obsessive-compulsive disorder will ever go away.
I have learned the tools and techniques with which to deal with the many facets of my OCD, including being able to laugh at it once in a while.
What would you say when someone asks “Who are you?” The first word that comes to mind when I think about this question is Student. I’m a student, an academic, a professional learner for life.