Back to Real Life: Hard Decisions

I'm set to go back to my program and start teaching in January, which is a little exciting but mostly terrifying. To be honest, I know that I'm capable, but I'm not sure if I'm completely ready. I'm not totally not ready, though, so I feel like I should push ahead. There are, however, a … Continue reading Back to Real Life: Hard Decisions →

A “Person with Epilepsy” Abroad: Second Update You Don’t Care About

I'm now at Heathrow, having spent yesterday in London. I'm again writing this from my phone, so bear with me. Overly detailed updates for November 29 I said goodbye to Cambridge Friend, who had to leave early to teach a workshop. It was hard. I don't want to talk about it. Before departing for the … Continue reading A “Person with Epilepsy” Abroad: Second Update You Don’t Care About →

A “Person with Epilepsy” Abroad: First Update You Don’t Care About

I'm now in Cambridge seeing a friend whom I consider an aunt/second mother. Cambridge is my happy place; I feel uncharacteristically relaxed here. On the plane from Reykjavik to Heathrow, I was trying to figure our how many times I've visited. I estimated ten. Kinda crazy to think that this is my eleventh. And now … Continue reading A “Person with Epilepsy” Abroad: First Update You Don’t Care About →

OCD and the iPhone

Continuing the series debuted with "OCD and the Fitbit," I'd like to further embarrass myself by providing you with another window into my dysfunctional relationship with portable electronics. I got an iPhone 6 on Saturday. It's truly a thing of beauty. Aesthetically, anyway: I can't tell you much about its functionality beyond what I read … Continue reading OCD and the iPhone →

OCD and the Fitbit

Last summer, my mom bought me a Fitbit, which, for the unacquainted, is more or less a glorified, technologically advanced pedometer. The variety I got—the Zip—discretely clips on your belt, in your pocket, in your purse, or wherever else you choose to carry it and comes in a selection of colours to suit your preference. … Continue reading OCD and the Fitbit →

OCD Redux

Since writing about OCD a few weeks ago, I’ve had time to think more about some issues that I maybe should have addressed in that original post and others that have come up since then. Cue oversharing. Without getting into too many details, many of my OCD behaviours involve numbers; I have, for example, three–four … Continue reading OCD Redux →

OCD

Pretty much no one I know in real life was surprised when I was officially diagnosed with OCD a few weeks ago. My mom’s reaction was simply “duh.” The most common among close friends was some variation of wanting to know if this is actually news. Indeed, I was more taken aback by my psychiatrist’s … Continue reading OCD →