Emetophobia – Story Time, My Phobia, and Some Little Tips

November 6, 2018November 5, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ 1 Comment

The 'fear of vomiting or seeing others being sick.' (https://www.anxietyuk.org.uk/anxiety-type/emetophobia/) Or should I say, 'The overwhelming discourse of feelings of dread, foreboding, and panic-inducing nervousness that comes with the thought of throwing up, and witnessing the spillage of the contents of another's stomach.' (Me) I have had Emetophobia since I was around nine years old, … Continue reading Emetophobia – Story Time, My Phobia, and Some Little Tips

Novembermas

November 5, 2018November 3, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

After quite a few mental health heavy posts(I know, I know that's what this blog is all about) I think it is time for a lighter and happier post ... 'Novembermas' is something that my mum has been obsessed with for years. She made it up because she is Christmas Crazy and never comes quick enough, … Continue reading Novembermas

Fireworks

November 4, 2018November 3, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

Need I say more? I have PTSD, and like many others with this awful thing, something what makes it flare up more than anything is loud bangs. I live practically outside a train-line and have gotten used to the loud noises, squeaks, and bangs that come with it, especially at night. I also live by the … Continue reading Fireworks

Ever wake up at 2am …

November 3, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

... and just want to go home? go home to your parents, partner, your pet? ever randomly wake up and decide your house isn't your home anymore, that the walls are all wrong, the carpet isn't yours, the sofa isn't right? I have been getting this a lot lately, especially over the past few days. … Continue reading Ever wake up at 2am …

Who is phoning me!?

October 29, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

Only people who expect money from me. So why on earth would I answer those calls! But at the same time.... Why on eath wouldn't I answer those calls!? Surely I would get more answers if I just swiped the green answer button. But then again, if I answer them they are going to tell … Continue reading Who is phoning me!?

That’s not the right soap.

October 28, 2018October 25, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

It has got to be the right soap! The right brand, the right scent, the right container even! (And you are having a laugh if you think that I am getting rid of those pretty tubes they come in) Skin care has always been important to me, my beautiful mum teaching me from a young … Continue reading That’s not the right soap.

OMG brain, please shut up!

October 27, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

I can't remember the last time I had a completely calm and quiet mind. There is always something going on in there, on the best days it's 'ooh I should make this' or 'I want to bake that' unfortunately those days are rare. Not that I never have these nice thoughts, I do, but they … Continue reading OMG brain, please shut up!

Friday Freak-Outs: 1

October 26, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

There were 60 minutes left on the day, and I thought Oh I know, A Friday freak-outs blog every Friday laughing at and understanding what I have freaked out about the last week. So I quickly got out my laptop ready to start this thing. After the evening rituals, I now only have half an hour. … Continue reading Friday Freak-Outs: 1

4

October 26, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ Leave a comment

It all started when I was born. Thats right, at 1 minute past 1 in the morning on the 4th of the 4th 1997. It's like a sign, I was born to have this condition. (I am so not going to obsess over that) So, as you can imagine, the number 4 has been a … Continue reading 4

I think I’m dying.

October 25, 2018October 24, 2018 ~ obsessivecompulsiveexistence ~ 2 Comments

This is one of the bleaker parts of my OCD. The amount of times I have thought I had some terrible illness. The amount of times I have gone to the doctor making sure that I have more than a few months left. The amount of times I have been completely healthy. But does that … Continue reading I think I’m dying.