Why "71º & Sunny?"

I consider 71º to be the perfect temperature. Not too cold and not too hot. I also love perfect sunny days. The vast majority of days are not 71º & Sunny and yet, all days were created by God's hand and they are still gifts, even if they don't fit my ridiculous definition of perfection. My struggle with OCD has at times imprisoned me in an impossible attempt to achieve perfection. I'm now learning to love all kinds of days that don't even come close to 71º & Sunny.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

OCD And Parenting: My Story

A recent conversation on parenting and OCD has gotten me to thinking and I wanted to share this in the hopes you would find it helpful.

Before a few days ago, I NEVER shared this with a single soul, beyond my immediate family. I never even really completely explained it to my psychologist (though I'm sure she figured it out, she is very bright). For many years I was completely guilt ridden by it. For the most part, I have dealt with the guilt. Not that I think I deserve to be "off the hook," but my guilt was paralyzing me from getting any better, so I made a conscious decision to stop beating myself up. I still regret it terribly though, don't get me wrong. But I've asked God for forgiveness and I believe Him when He says I am forgiven.

My OCD affected my parenting and my child in ways that I have been so ashamed of, that I could never admit it before. Just before posting this, I asked my husband if I should go through with it. He asked me, "What is more important? To not post because of shame, or to post because it might help someone else?" So here goes.

I was a yeller. No, a screamer. And verbally abusive. I could scream out some pretty horrible things to my son and husband if my anxiety got set off. There were even a couple of times that I got so angry that I kicked the wall and left a mild, shallow outline of my foot in the sheet rock! I would alternate between apologizing to my precious boy and yelling at him. There were times I couldn't touch him for fear of contamination. I would many times make him participate in my compulsions. I was so frustrated all the time and I just didn't know what to do with it. I spent years being paranoid that my child would be taken away from me, because deep down, I felt I deserved that. I was caught in this horrific cycle. I should have gone for CBT/ERP as soon as I knew about it. Instead, because I was so frightened of the therapy, I waited THIRTEEN YEARS to go, until the OCD was so bad that I could almost not function anymore. It is a decision I will regret forever.

One of my main motivations for fighting the OCD when I finally got the proper help was my son. Even though he was an adult and living on his own by that point, I wanted to show him that it is never, ever too late to change and grow. So I started the therapy and it was horrible. But eventually, it started to work. And I discovered something absolutely shocking. I was never really angry, I was scared. Once the anxiety got under control, my anger dissipated like the air being let out of a balloon. Starting in the Fall of 2009, I attended therapy for 2 1/2 years. But I'm still working all the time on learning, growing, and how to continue to fight the OCD.

And here is where it comes full circle. My child has been going through some very stressful things, through no fault of his own. In the past, I would have literally been freaking out about it, being all over his back to fix it, telling him he did stuff wrong, getting mad and yelling over the phone, etc. Instead, when he calls (and there have been multiple calls for weeks), with the exception of one call the other day where I kinda blew it, I have been calm, rational, and I've kept reminding him to focus on things as they are today, right now, not how they might be. I've been trying to fight every cognitive distortion with logic. And the best words (besides "I love you") he ever said to me came out of his mouth the other day. "Wow, you really ARE better. Normally you would be all worried about me and freaking out, etc." In the past, my anxiety would have made him feel even worse. He's told me more than once now that he feels better after talking to me.

This is literally the victory of my life. As much as I desperately want to, I can't undo the past. But I can love, honor, and respect my family today, by working on the now. I'm so grateful to God for sending me to therapy. It was the most painful time of my life, but it ended up being one of the best things I ever, ever did. My life has literally changed. No matter what you've done, or how long you've been ill or struggling, there is ALWAYS hope. God bless my friends.

Sunday, April 20, 2014


Redemption. Rescue. It's what Easter is all about.

As I slowly recover from OCD, I'm getting a little taste every day of what it is like to be rescued from the pit. And let me tell you, it's pretty awesome!

Jesus willingly came to Earth, lived a human life (with all of its pain and suffering), and then died on the cross in our place. That is unbelievably wonderful. Sacrificial love at its highest. But without the next part, it would make no difference to us. Three days later, He rose from the dead and conquered the grave for us all, and opened the doors to Heaven. THAT, my sweet friends, is what changed the course of history.

I'm wishing you the deep peace and joy that can only come from our Lord. May you feel the indescribable love of our Savior, Jesus, today and every day.

"because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." Romans 10:9 ESV

Monday, April 14, 2014

What Do You Believe?

We can't change what we feel. We can change what we think, and eventually, what we believe. What we believe directs what we feel.

Now this is something that I've begun to truly believe.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Dear OCD . . .

Dear OCD. My very old, unwanted friend. It seems like in some way or another, you've always been my painful companion. Even when you left me feeling so very, very alone, I really wasn't alone, was I? You have always been there. Telling me what to think, how to feel, what to do, and what to say. You had me in your grip for so long, that I came to know nothing else. You were a demanding taskmaster, insisting that I hand everything over to you, including my dignity and my peace of mind. You took nearly all I love away from me: my faith in God, my family, my friends, a productive existence, and almost my very life itself. There were times that I hated you with a level of hostility I did not realize I possessed.

Control. Of everything. Of me. That is what you wanted, and it is what you had. But no more. You see, I want to thank you. I sincerely do. Thank you for showing me what I am made of. Thank you for forcing me to dig deep within myself to find strength that I was never before aware of. Thank you for bringing me to my knees, so that I had no choice but to lean on my Heavenly Father. Thank you for making me vulnerable, because I could then finally be vulnerable with others. Thank you for giving me such excruciating pain that I find it much easier to relate to the suffering of those around me. Thank you for incredible agony, so gut wrenching and stomach twisting, that these days, a simple, lovely, sunny day is all it takes to bring me joy. Thank you for showing me a depth of evil here on Earth that was so intense, and palpable, and overwhelming, that today, it takes no effort for me to recognize what is truly good.

OCD, you meant it for evil. My Heavenly Father uses it for good.