And then I found out what OCD was (not the kind depicted in television shows and movies I had seen). I wasn't just quirky, or easily distracted, or crazy. I was living with obsessive compulsive disorder, depression and general anxiety disorder. And I kept it a secret for years. I didn't want to be locked away. I didn't want people to look at me like I was crazy. I didn't want people to stop loving me. And most importantly, I knew I couldn't rationalize the reasons I thought the things I obsessed about, or the compulsions that came from those obsessions.
Eventually when I did finally come out to the world as mentally ill, I was faced with much of the stigma that applies to mental illness. Explaining my dark thoughts labeled me as suicidal despite my absolute fear of death. My fear of red cars and driving was labeled as superstitious. My fear of social gatherings labeled me introverted, and depression made me look lazy.
But then something amazing happened!
Other bloggers, women I loved and respected opened up about their struggles with mental illness . Women I knew were productive, loving, talented and amazing. And suddenly I wasn't alone.
And I became one of them. A blogger who told it like it is. Who didn't tip toe around the details of mental illness, but laid it out for you. Because people need to know how it feels. People need to understand that we are not broken or worthless. And we are not alone.