It took years for me to begin the process of managing my OCD, and it was after I’d diagnosed myself.
And I recognized it instantly. My “in.” This was my chance. Was I brave enough to take it?
Some people, like my deceased Uncle Junior, turn to drinking when they’re down. I take off running into the sweet, warm arms of a coffee pot.
Because I wasn’t accustomed to loving or trusting myself, it was a rude awakening to discover that I only had myself to count on. That only I could support and see myself through this.
It’s so easy to step outside, into the world, and then to feel the weight of the world slipping softly from your shoulders. Why on earth wouldn’t you?
Loss is tragic; it’s important to recognize it, feel it, and empathize with those who have been affected BY it. But love should ALWAYS be celebrated.
If I were actually in a place where I was ready for a relationship, I would like to believe that I could have found an “in” — a way of starting a somewhat normal conversation with this girl. And at dinner, I learned, from my female friend, that – rather than using business cards – you can “break the ice” with someone in a more personalized and less business-like way.
I overheard a few of the kids critically assessing the two options.
Kid 1: But what if I just want to wear this hoodie all of the time?
Jess: You can’t wear that hoodie all of the time.