Self-Care Sunday

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This Sunday’s self-care is all about hydration with the Masque Me Up Moisturizing Sheet Mask. It’s a bio-cellulose mask made from naturally fermented coconut juice and is designed to hydrate, soothe and give the skin a little radiance boost.

My skin can definitely use some extra moisture, but I also just really enjoy the ritual of using a sheet mask. There’s something nice about putting one on and deciding that, for the next little while, I’m allowed to simply lie down and relax.

I’m trying to make these small moments a regular part of my Sundays. Nothing complicated, nothing I have to achieve — just a little bit of intentional time spent taking care of myself.

Today that means a very moisturised face and absolutely no reason to get up until the mask comes off. 

Happy Self-Care Sunday! 

10 Comfort Films I Could Watch Forever - #3 The Price of Milk

 

Sometimes the best films are the ones that leave you wondering, "What on earth did I just watch?"

That's exactly how I felt after watching The Price of Milk for the first time.

I only discovered it around two years ago, and if I'm being completely honest, I watched it for one very simple reason: Karl Urban. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and I certainly didn't expect it to become one of my favourite comfort films.

Since then, I've watched it more than sixty times.

If I had to describe The Price of Milk in one word, it would simply be bonkers. It's whimsical, surreal, romantic, frustrating and unlike anything else I've ever seen. It's the kind of film that refuses to fit neatly into one genre, and I think that's exactly why I love it.

Beneath all of its surreal moments, though, I think the film is really about miscommunication.

So much of the story happens because people don't quite say what they're thinking. Feelings are left unsaid, assumptions grow, and imagination fills in the gaps until it becomes difficult to separate fear from reality. The film shows just how powerful our own minds can be, especially when we let our insecurities take over.

That's one of the reasons I relate so much to Lucinda.

She's insecure in her relationship, she overthinks, and she allows her imagination to run away with her. I understand that. I know what it's like when your own thoughts create distance that wasn't really there to begin with. Watching Lucinda isn't always comfortable, but it feels honest.

One of the most heartbreaking moments for me is when she looks at Drosophila through the window. It's such a quiet scene, but you can feel the emotional distance that's developed between them. There's no dramatic confrontation. Just two people who suddenly feel much further apart than they really are.

The film isn't all sadness, though.

The bathtub scene never fails to make me smile. It's wonderfully strange, perfectly fitting the film's dreamlike atmosphere, and reminds me not to take everything quite so seriously.

One of the things I admire most about The Price of Milk is that it never explains itself. It trusts the audience.

It leaves questions unanswered. It doesn't tell you exactly what the symbolism means or how you're supposed to interpret every moment. Instead, it invites you to think, to analyse, and to come to your own conclusions. I think that's why the film is so rewarding to revisit. Every viewing feels slightly different because I'm slightly different each time I watch it.

Because of that, I don't recommend it to everyone.

It's a very particular kind of film. If someone enjoys magical realism, symbolism, quirky romance, and stories that leave room for interpretation, then I think they'll probably love it. But if someone prefers films that explain every plot point and tie everything together neatly, this probably isn't the right choice.

If someone finished the film and looked at me saying, "What on earth did I just watch?" I'd probably smile and tell them that's exactly the right feeling to have.

I don't think The Price of Milk is a film that's meant to be completely understood.

I think it's meant to be experienced.

That's why I keep coming back to it. Not because I find all the answers, but because every time I watch it, I discover a new question.

Self-Care Sunday

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Today’s little bit of self-care is a Vitamin C glitter face sheet mask from Miqura Glow Care. It promises to be glow-boosting, moisturising and rejuvenating — but, admittedly, I mostly picked it because it’s gold and glittery. Sometimes that is reason enough. 

I’m trying to get better at making Sundays feel a little slower and actually taking time to look after myself. Self-care doesn’t always need to be productive or some huge wellness routine. Sometimes it can literally just be putting on a ridiculous sparkly face mask, getting comfortable and doing absolutely nothing for a while.

So that’s the plan for today: gold face, comfy clothes, something good to watch and zero expectations. 

Happy Self-Care Sunday 

5 Comfort Series I Could Watch Forever - #2 Beverly Hills 90210

There are some television series you enjoy.

Then there are the ones that quietly become part of your life.

For me, Beverly Hills, 90210 will always be one of those series.

I grew up watching the reruns on television every single day. It became part of my routine, and all these years later, not much has changed. I still watch the entire series twice a year, every year.

If I had to describe Beverly Hills, 90210 in one word, it would simply be drama.

Not because it's over-the-top, but because every character is constantly dealing with life. Relationships, family, addiction, eating disorders, money, friendships, betrayal, grief and growing up. It wasn't afraid to tackle difficult subjects, and I honestly think 90s television often handled taboo topics better than many modern series do.

The storylines weren't always perfect, but they were willing to ask difficult questions.

They trusted the audience.

One of the reasons I've always loved 90210 is that it never felt like every character had to be perfect. They made mistakes, hurt each other, apologised, fell out and grew up.

Steve Sanders is probably the best example of that.

When the series begins, he's immature, impulsive and often thinks about himself first. By the time the series ends, he's become one of the most loyal and dependable people in the group. His character development is one of my favourites in television.

My favourite characters, however, have always been Gina Kincaid and Valerie Malone.

They aren't the obvious choices, and maybe that's exactly why I love them.

Both arrive as outsiders. Neither finds it easy to fit into the group, and both spend much of the series being judged before they're truly understood. I think that's something I've always connected with.

Gina in particular has always had a special place in my heart. One of the most emotional moments in the series for me is when she opens up to David about her eating disorder. For all her confidence and sharp edges, that scene reminds us how vulnerable she really is.

Years ago I even sent Vanessa Marcil a message telling her how much I loved Gina as a character. To my surprise, she replied with a kiss emoji. It was only a tiny interaction, but as someone who's admired her performance for years, it genuinely made me smile.

One of my favourite friendships in the series is Steve and Brandon.

They're completely different people and they don't always agree. They argue, annoy each other and challenge each other, which is exactly why their friendship feels so believable. Real friendships aren't built on always agreeing. They're built on staying friends despite disagreements.

The Peach Pit deserves a mention too.

To me, it isn't just a diner.

It's home.

It's family.

It's comfort.

No matter what was happening in everyone's lives, sooner or later they always found their way back there. That's exactly how the series feels to me now.

Looking back as an adult, I think one of my favourite long-running themes is watching these privileged teenagers slowly realise that life isn't simply handed to them. They have to work, make mistakes, take responsibility and figure out who they want to become.

That's a lesson that never gets old.

If I had to choose one episode to rewatch over and over again, it would be Season 9, Episode 1. It has everything I love about the series. The drama, the humour and all of the complicated relationships that keep pulling me back.

I know Beverly Hills, 90210 isn't for everyone.

Some people will see it as dated.

Others will think it's just another teen drama.

But for me, it's so much more than that.

It's the series that grew up with me.

It comforted me through breakups, helped me feel less alone during my own struggles with eating disorders, and has been there through different stages of my life.

Every time I press play, it feels like visiting old friends.

And after all these years, that's exactly what Beverly Hills, 90210 has become.

Home.

10 Comfort Films I Could Watch Forever - #2 God Help the Girl

Some films entertain you for two hours and then quietly leave your mind. Others stay with you for years.

God Help the Girl is one of those films for me.

I first watched it when I was around twenty years old. Back then it was available on Netflix, during a time when it felt like the platform was full of wonderfully niche and slightly unconventional films. I actually pressed play because of the cast. I'd loved Hannah Murray and Olly Alexander in Skins, and I've always enjoyed Emily Browning's work, so it felt like an easy choice.

I had no idea it would become one of my all-time favourite films.

Since then, I've watched it one to three times every month, and I still listen to the soundtrack several times a week. It's become part of my routine in a way very few films ever have.

If I had to describe God Help the Girl in one word, it would probably be "Preposterous." If you've seen the film, you'll know exactly why.

On the surface, it's a musical about three young people trying to figure out life. Underneath, it's about mental health, identity, friendship, creativity, and discovering that healing isn't always dramatic. Sometimes it's found in conversations, in music, and in finding people who understand you.

Eve has always been the character I relate to the most. I recognise her struggles, but I also recognise how important music is to her. It isn't just something she enjoys; it's how she processes the world around her. That has always resonated with me.

One of my favourite moments in the entire film is when Eve's therapist explains the triangle of health. It's such a simple scene, but it has stayed with me for years. It quietly reminds us that looking after ourselves isn't just about one thing. Physical health, mental health, and our relationships all influence one another, and real recovery is rarely as straightforward as we'd like it to be.

I also appreciate that the film doesn't try to present mental illness as something neat and easily solved. Parts of it feel realistic, while other parts feel symbolic, almost dreamlike. That balance is one of the reasons it works so well for me. It allows difficult subjects to exist alongside warmth, humour and beautiful music without making light of them.

The soundtrack deserves just as much praise as the story itself. I still listen to it regularly, and Come Monday Night remains my favourite song. Even outside the film, the music has a life of its own. It's the kind of soundtrack that stays with you long after the credits have finished rolling.

James is another character I've come to appreciate more over the years. I think he's often misunderstood because he's so private. In many ways, he becomes whatever Eve and Cassie see in him, while his own personality remains just out of reach. That mystery makes him one of the film's most interesting characters.

The setting matters too. Glasgow isn't just a backdrop; it feels like another character. I honestly can't imagine this story taking place anywhere else.

Interestingly, I don't recommend God Help the Girl to everyone. It's a gentle, slow-paced film that isn't trying to please a wide audience. I usually only suggest it to people who I think will appreciate its quieter storytelling and its willingness to explore difficult subjects without shouting about them.

When people ask why I keep returning to this film after all these years, I don't think it's because it's a musical, or because of the cast, or even because of the soundtrack.

It's because of how it makes me feel.

Accepted.

For me, God Help the Girl is a reminder that you don't have to have everything figured out. You can be struggling, creative, uncertain, hopeful and still deserving of kindness. Few films have ever made me feel that as gently as this one has.

That's why, all these years later, I still find myself pressing play.

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5 Comfort Series I Could Watch Forever - #1 Happy Valley

Whenever someone asks me for a British crime series recommendation, my answer is almost always the same.

Happy Valley.

I first watched it when I was around twenty-five. I've always loved British crime dramas, so it felt like an obvious choice. What I didn't expect was that it would become one of my biggest comfort series.

Since then, I've watched the entire series at least thirty times.

If I had to describe Happy Valley in one word, it would be resilience.

At first glance, it's a police drama set in West Yorkshire. But underneath the investigations and the crime, it's a story about people. About grief, family, addiction, trauma, forgiveness and, perhaps most importantly, what we choose to do with the lives we've been given.

For me, Happy Valley isn't really about catching criminals.

It's about wasted lives.

Catherine even says it herself when she's talking to Richard. That's the story she thinks should be written, and I couldn't agree more.

Tommy Lee Royce wastes his life through violence.

Claire loses years to addiction before trying to rebuild.

Ryan spends his childhood trying not to become the man everyone expects him to be.

Even Catherine, in many ways, wastes years trapped inside her grief and her anger before finally allowing herself to think about living again. One of my favourite moments in the final season isn't a dramatic confrontation. It's Catherine talking about driving to the Himalayas. For the first time in years, she's looking forwards instead of backwards.

That's incredibly powerful.

Of course, none of this would work without Catherine Cawood.

She is one of the greatest television characters ever written.

She's driven, fiercely loyal, funny without trying to be, and completely unafraid of standing up to anyone. I love every scene where she completely ignores her bosses and does what she knows is right.

She's also one of the few characters who makes me feel both comfortable and slightly terrified at the same time.

If I needed help, I'd want Catherine on my side.

If I was doing something stupid, I definitely wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her lectures.

More than anything, though, I admire her. She's the sort of person I wish had been in my life growing up. A mum. A friend. Someone who would tell you the truth while never giving up on you.

People often talk about Tommy Lee Royce as one of television's greatest villains, and I agree. But I don't think he'd be nearly as fascinating without Catherine. She's the reason we care so much about him. Everything he does is measured against the impact it has had on her family and everyone around her.

I also don't think Tommy was simply born evil.

The series hints at his upbringing, his absent father and his mother's addiction. It doesn't excuse his actions, and it certainly doesn't ask us to forgive him, but it does remind us that people are shaped by the environments they grow up in. That idea runs throughout the entire series.

That's something I appreciate about Happy Valley. It refuses to deal in stereotypes.

Addiction is shown as an illness rather than a moral failing. Catherine struggles to forgive Claire for taking Ryan to see Tommy, but when Claire relapses, Catherine understands. She knows addiction isn't always a choice. It's a small but important distinction, and it's one of many reasons the series feels so authentic.

The realism is what keeps bringing me back.

I've never really thought of Happy Valley as a dark series. To me, it's simply a brilliant crime drama about ordinary people dealing with very real situations. Nobody reacts the same way. Nobody fits neatly into the role of hero or villain.

Even Catherine doesn't.

She's a hero to some people and a villain to others.

That's exactly why she feels real.

If I had to choose one episode to watch over and over again, it would be Season 2, Episode 1. It's funny, tense and everything I love about the series rolled into a single episode.

And when the final credits rolled on Season 3, I felt two emotions at the same time.

Sad that it was over.

Grateful that we got a final season at all.

There was such a long wait between seasons that it almost didn't feel real when it returned, and somehow it managed to end exactly as it should have.

I wouldn't recommend Happy Valley to everyone.

But if you love British crime dramas that are more interested in people than plot twists, I can't recommend it enough.

For me, it isn't just one of the greatest crime series ever made.

It's one of the most human.

10 Comfort Films I Could Watch Forever - #1 Ghost World

I first watched Ghost World back in 2009 after borrowing it from my local library. I knew absolutely nothing about it. The cover caught my eye, I took it home, and I fell in love with it almost instantly.

Since then, I've probably watched it once or twice every month. Most people have a comfort film they return to every few years. Mine is Ghost World. It's become one of those films that feels like home.

It's difficult to explain why. The soundtrack is a huge part of it, but it's also the atmosphere, the quietness, and the way the story unfolds. It's not a film driven by action or big dramatic moments. Instead, it's built on awkward conversations, uncomfortable silences, and all the things happening between the lines. Every time I watch it, I notice something new.

As I've grown older, the film has grown with me.

When I first watched it as a teenager, I related to Enid because she never seemed to fit in anywhere. Watching it now in my thirties, I still understand Enid, but I also understand Rebecca's desire to build a life and move forward. And then there's Seymour, whose love of music and lack of self-worth make him one of the most quietly tragic characters in the film.

I don't think any of them are meant to be perfect. They're just lonely in different ways.

One of the reasons I love Ghost World so much is that it never tells you exactly what to think. It trusts its audience. If you watch it expecting constant plot twists, you might walk away wondering what everyone else sees in it. But if you pay attention to the small moments—the expressions, the pauses, the conversations that never quite say what they mean—there's an incredible amount beneath the surface.

There are still scenes that make me laugh no matter how many times I've seen them. Josh discovering the note left for him is comedy gold, and Seymour's complete discomfort in the adult shop never fails to make me smile. The humour feels awkward, human and wonderfully understated.

Then there's the ending.

It's one of those endings that people have debated for years. My own interpretation has always been that Enid gets on the bus because she can't cope with growing up. I see it as the moment she chooses to leave the world behind. Whether that's what the filmmakers intended or not almost doesn't matter. That's what the ending has always meant to me, and it's the scene that stays with me long after the credits roll.

Maybe that's why I keep coming back to Ghost World. It doesn't give me all the answers. It lets me bring my own experiences to it, and those experiences have changed over the years. The film hasn't changed, but I have.

For me, Ghost World isn't just a coming-of-age film. It's a film about loneliness, identity, friendship, and trying to find your place in a world that doesn't always make sense. It's subtle, melancholy, funny, and strangely comforting.

Seventeen years after I picked it up from a library shelf, it's still the film I reach for when I need to feel at home.

 

Been a bit achy all over today and just been fatigued, so had a quiet day in bed. Did, however, manage to call the number I was given yesterday about the physiotherapy. Talked to a guy who said he'd like to talk to my doctor, but he definitely thinks that at-home physiotherapy sounds possible for me. He'd call back in a few days when he's had a talk with my doctor - so that's good news! 

Other than that, I've just been playing the Sims, resting, and then I had dinner, which was this delicious chicken pasta salad made by Lasse's mum. 
The rest of the evening has been me struggling to stay awake for the boys, and now it is time for bed. 

Night lovelies xx

Today has been really good and productive. I had my meeting with Din Indgang. For anyone outside Denmark wondering what Din Indgang is, it's a free support service run by my local municipality. It's designed for people who need a little extra support in everyday life, whether that's because of mental health, chronic illness, disability, or other life challenges.

I have a support worker through Din Indgang who checks in with me once a week. Before our session, I go for a short walk - at the moment that's only around forty steps - and afterwards we have a one-hour video call where we talk about how I'm doing, the challenges I'm facing, and the small steps I'm taking towards recovery. It's not therapy in the traditional sense, and it's not medical treatment either. It's practical, person-centred support that helps me work towards becoming more independent while recognising that recovery doesn't happen overnight.

During my meeting, I asked whether they could help me access physiotherapy at home. Unfortunately, Din Indgang doesn't offer that service themselves, but they didn't just leave me there. They gave me the contact details for someone who should be able to point me in the right direction. It might seem like a small thing, but for me it feels like progress. Recovery isn't usually one big breakthrough. It's often a series of small steps, one phone call, one appointment, one conversation at a time. Today felt like one of those steps.

When Lasse got home from work, he helped his dad with some work, and then he played on the computer while O listened to Lights Out Audiobook (I've read it before). Loving that this isn't something Lasse would ever listen to on his own, but he does listen while I have it on - and I love his reactions to it! I asked him what he thinks of it, and he thinks it's dumb - says it is a lot to show your mental problems like that - both the writer and the reader. He cracks me up! 

Anyway, it's time for some The Boys and then sleep, night xx 

Today has been one of those days that feels much longer than twenty-four hours. This morning, a guy came to inspect the apartment. The decision to move was already made, so the inspection wasn't about whether I was staying or going, but it still felt like an emotional milestone. Thankfully, I didn't have to be there myself. Lasse went instead, which ended up being good, because I've been having a bit of an IBD flare-up. I am so grateful for Lasse helping out. 

Instead, I spent the day resting. The fatigue hit hard; I slept for quite a while, and I've been feeling feverish on and off. This evening, we all had osso buco goulash for dinner, which was delicious! I am really enjoying the homemade food; it feels like a luxury. 

Right now, I am sitting by my computer, blogging. I've got music playing in the background, an elderflower ice lolly beside me, and Lasse is playing Path of Exile. Very peaceful. 

In a little bit, we will watch The Boys, and then it is time for bed! We both need a good night's sleep as we were up early today, and Lasse has an early day of work tomorrow. 

Goodnight xx 

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The past few days have been a whirlwind. For the past two years, I have been in survival mode. Between chronic illness and my mental health, I've reached a point where simply looking after myself and my home has often taken every ounce of energy I had. 

When you're trying to choose between having a shower, eating something, getting out of bed - cleaning an entire home, it doesn't always make the list. Slowly, my apartment has stopped feeling like home, and I haven't been able to keep up. I kept telling myself I'd get on top of it next week. Then next month. Then when I had more energy. Unfortunately, that day never seemed to arrive. 

There is something I've realised through all of this: I am incredibly bad at asking for help. 

Lasse has asked me more times than I can count if there was anything he could do to help. His family has as well. My best friend offered to help out. Yet I struggled to say yes. I worried about being a burden. I worried that I was asking too much. I kept thinking that if I just held on a little longer, I'd somehow find the energy to fix it. Instead, I exhausted myself trying to carry a weight that had become too heavy. 

Accepting help is something I've never been good at. It makes me feel uncomfortable. There's a part of me that still apologises for taking up space, even when the people around me have made it abundantly clear that they want to help. That's a difficult mindset to unlearn. 

On top of all that, the apartment suffered water damage. A leak from the washing machine. What started as a practical problem eventually became much bigger, and despite trying to manage the situation, it has become clear that my tenancy is coming to an end. As difficult as it is to admit, I understand why. A home needs looking after, and I'm simply not in a position to do that right now. Writing that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable because there is still so much shame attached to not coping. We live in a world where struggling is often mistaken for laziness, when in reality there were days where just walking across the room felt like an achievement. 

The truth is I wasn't living. I was surviving. My physical health has declined to the point where I am incredibly deconditioned. I spent far too much time sitting still because I simply didn't have the strength to do more. The less I could do, the harder everyday tasks became, and before I knew it, everything had snowballed. It isn't the life I want, so I have made the decision to move. 

I'll be staying with Lasse and his parents at their house while I search for somewhere new to live. Their kindness has honestly been overwhelming. They've welcomed me without hesitation, encouraged me to focus on resting and getting stronger, and reminded me that accepting help isn't something to be ashamed of. That has probably been the hardest lesson of all. I've spent most of my life believing I had to deal with everything on my own. Asking for help felt like failure. Accepting it felt worse. Maybe healing sometimes begins with letting other people carry a little of the weight. 

Sertraline and Aripiprazole

For a while now, I have been taking two medications: Sertraline and Aripiprazole. Since I often write about OCD and mental health on this blog, I thought I would share a little about why I take them and how they work together.

Sertraline is an SSRI (Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor), which is one of the most common types of medication used to treat OCD. It works by increasing the amount of serotonin available in the brain, which can help reduce anxiety and make intrusive thoughts feel less overwhelming.

Many people with OCD are prescribed an SSRI as a first-line treatment, but sometimes an SSRI alone isn't enough. That's where Aripiprazole can come in.

Aripiprazole is an antipsychotic medication, but despite the name, it is used for many different conditions and at different doses. In OCD, it is sometimes prescribed alongside an SSRI when symptoms are particularly persistent or difficult to treat.

While Sertraline mainly works on serotonin, Aripiprazole affects several brain chemicals, including dopamine and serotonin. Researchers believe that this can help reduce the intensity of obsessive thoughts and improve the brain's ability to let go of certain thought patterns.

The easiest way to think about it is that Sertraline is doing the heavy lifting when it comes to treating the OCD itself, while Aripiprazole is there to give it a helping hand. Rather than replacing the SSRI, it is often added to boost its effectiveness.

Of course, medication is never a magic cure. OCD recovery still involves therapy, learning new coping strategies, and a lot of hard work. Medication can make that work more manageable, but it doesn't do the work for you. Medication often takes time to show its full effects, and finding the right treatment can involve a lot of patience. For now, I'm taking things one step at a time and hoping this combination will help me continue moving forward.

As always, this is simply my personal experience and not medical advice. Everyone responds differently to medication, and what works for one person may not work for another.

OCD and Personality Disorders

As promised in a previous post, I will go into a bit more detail about the whole therapy situation. 

A little while ago, the psychiatric team figured out why my OCD improves for a while and then comes back, so they did some tests, and I met the criteria for a personality disorder. Unfortunately, my OCD is taking up too much space right now for a psychologist to determine which personality disorder I have. The plan was for my OCD to get better, so a specialist would be able to determine which one it is, but since then, my physical health has massively declined - I struggle to walk at this point. So, a new plan, as I mentioned earlier. My physical health needs to improve, and then when I'm better, I will return to therapy. 

So how does a personality disorder actually affect OCD? 

OCD isn't just about the intrusive thoughts and compulsions themselves. Recovery also depends on how a person manages emotions, relationships, stress, self-image, and uncertainty. Personality Disorders can affect many of those areas, which means they can sometimes make OCD much harder to treat. For example, if someone struggles with emotional regulation, they may experience stress and anxiety much more intensely. Since anxiety often fuels OCD, this can make obsessions feel stronger and compulsions harder to resist.

Looking back, it makes a lot of sense why my OCD would improve for a while and then suddenly become much worse again. We were treating the OCD symptoms, but there may have been a deeper issue underneath that wasn't being addressed yet.

That doesn't mean recovery is impossible. If anything, it means there is finally another piece of the puzzle. Understanding what is really going on gives me a better chance of finding the right treatment and making lasting progress in the future.

 The Psychiatric Team is letting me go - For now 

I have been seeing my psychologist since June 2024 for my OCD, which has been good. During this time, the team at the psychiatric hospital has tested me and come to the conclusion that I also have a Personality Disorder - but they don't know which one yet. The plan was to start therapy to figure that part out, as it interferes with my OCD recovery. Basically, the Personality Disorder that has gone undiagnosed for years has kept my OCD very active, making it difficult to recover properly. I will try explaining that in a different post. 

Unfortunately, my physical health at this point is so poorly that I cannot continue with therapy, so now the focus is to keep taking my SSRIs and getting better in terms of physical health. I've created a 12-week exercise plan, and I'll also be receiving professional support to help me start getting outside and going for walks again. There's also some talk about physical therapy. Being bed-bound has made my physical health so much worse, and it will be tough rebuilding strength, but it will be worth it. Once my physical health is better, I will start seeing my therapist again and start group therapy for Personality Disorder, and a specialist will give me a proper, more specific diagnosis. 

Ha! The universe really said April Fool's. I ordered a notebook from Bog & Ide, and instead I got this book. Safe to say I wasn't expecting this. I talked to them, and they will send my notebook, but it will take a while because of the holidays, so I will wait again! They said to just keep this book, and when the lady I talked to laughed at the situation. She said I could keep the book or give it to a good cause. I am intrigued, so I might give it a read. 

 

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Today I had a meeting with my new psychologist at 9am, and I actually made it to my appointment - this is something I struggle with, so I am proud of myself, and so was she. My old psychologist went on maternity leave, and my doctor at the hospital just got a new job, so new ones for me and a lot of changes. Previously, I have done therapy for OCD, but now they want to go in at a different angle, to get to the root of my OCD, so it doesn't just return again at full strength in a year. Whatever they wanna try - I am open to it! Also, they changed the aesthetics of the waiting area a bit since the last time I was there - I like it!

After my appointment, Lasse and I went for a drive and stopped by the water. I am absolutely loving this weather. When getting back home, I took a nap, then ordered in, and now I am just relaxing to some music. My medication is making me so drowsy and sleepy, so today took a lot of energy out of me, I did not have - but it was worth it!

 

The Plant!

(Insert for dramatic effect: Beethoven’s Symphony no. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67: I. Allegro con brio ♫)

I bought this fake plant online, and plants trigger my OCD - yes, even the fake ones (fear creepy crawlies will live in it). So I went through this whole thing where I unpacked it slowly in the shower, sprayed it with bug spray, and then my plan was to slowly move it to this spot in the picture. But I ended up doing it quickly, and I barely notice it when I enter the room - so well done, OCD for overreacting, and well done, medication for finally working. All in all - a great win for me! And personally, I reckon it looks really good! Rant over!