This morning I met with my counselor. She's a psychologist, who, for the purposes of this blog, I'll call Dr. D. Dr. D is another super-smart lady, and she runs marathons, and always wears these cute shoes that look like they came from J. Crew.
Anyway, I was talking to Dr. D today about my general malaise and how I've been feeling like my OCD really sucks and it's chronic and I'll have to deal with it for the rest of my life. Please excuse my use of a run-on sentence, but a long, smushed up list of bad feelings accurately describes my recent emotional state. She was very helpful in pointing out to me that OCD doesn't have to be chronic like other mental health issues such as Schizophrenia or Bipolar disorder. According to her, OCD can be treated and can go into remission. She reminded me that I am very high-functioning, and she hopes that my symptoms will, after I work at it, go into remission.
My homework for this week builds on the things I've been doing.
Today: I'll be out of the house for 6 hours, stay out until 4:15.
Tomorrow: Take the bus to and from school, stay out of the house until 4:30 - 4:45.
Thursday I'll start doing the dishes again (Mom has been doing that).
Other homework includes hanging out with a friend at least once this week, and eating a yummy dessert after dinner (and allowing myself to enjoy it).
I also noticed that the leg jerking was kind of bad last night, but I'm assuming that was just because I increased my dosage of the Sertraline.
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