A time for new chances.
Yesterday I saw CAMHS for the first time. And the last.
My therapist didn't understand me- as if we didn't think on the same wavelength. I'm going back to my old psychiatrist through school.
I got diagnosed with OCD. I didn't think I was ill. Now all I feel is shame:
OCD isn't just about keeping tidy and washing your hands- in fact my OCD is far from it. It's things such as wiping my feet 13 times once walking through the same door at school or else my family might get hurt.
It's difficult. Every-single-day.
New year: new chances- this year I'm doing my Jack Petchey Speak Out championship. I'm public speaking and I have never felt this powerful before.
YOU ARE READING
Curiosity Cures; Curiosity Kills
Non-FictionA book about the ups and downs of whatever is happening, and a places for me to show you my pictures ? if any parts are perhaps triggering, there I'll be a warning at the beginning of the chapter with ⚠️ so you can just skip past x
