Mental health disorders will likely never be "sexy," but our view of them can be more favorable, more open to conversation, understanding, empathy, and mutual respect. We must rebrand these challenges as the afflictions they are so that those who need help can readily access it.
If there are pileups in one area of my life, there are likely pileups elsewhere, too. So now that I've begun to get a handle on my email, I'm feeling daring enough to close some of the tabs on my Internet browser and maybe even throw in a load of laundry.
But when your mom passes away, your perspective shifts. Your sense of normal -- which included having your mom in your life until you were at least middle-aged -- is altered. You reevaluate your expectations and priorities.
Those with obsessive-compulsive personality disorder (OCPD) generally have an inflexible pattern of thinking, feeling, and behaving, whereas those with obsessive-compulsive disorder have obsessions (recurrent, persistent thoughts) and compulsions (repetitive behaviors).
The completeness, the cycles, the depth, the richness, the process, the continuity and the treasure of the moment that is gone the second you are aware of it. We cannot capture these -- it is impossible, as hard as we all try.
My husband grabbed the neckline of his top, which was kind of simultaneously the waistline, too, and he pulled -- Hulk-like -- and ripped it down the middle. I felt my heart rip with it. He wadded it up and smashed it into the large trash bag that stood, brimming full, between us
We're already well on pace to saving four to five times as many animals each year than the ASPCA has done during any year in recent history. Don't think of these animals as numbers -- at least any more than you would your own pets.
Aunt Rose gets thanks as my muse. In her kitchen you could bet on which refrigerator shelf to find the milk, on which other shelf the cheese, and where laid out to dry was every dishtowel. That neatness used to drive my mother, her sister, crazy. It seemed sensible to me.
There's no mystery why I've saved so much stuff: to prove that I'm alive, that I'm someone, that my trail on this earth is worth preserving. My fear of letting go of those boxes is the fear of mortality, the fear of not having become worthy enough to investigate and document.