Postpartum OCD Diagnosis
Finding My Voice Again
I will be thirty years old in two weeks, and sometimes I forget that I don’t have to get permission
I will be thirty years old in two weeks, and sometimes I forget that I don’t have to get permission
That is what I missed when I was “sick” with postpartum OCD. I missed the little moments of happiness waking
My family loves the Caroline that was sick; the one that had zero respect for herself and no boundaries. I
Now that I am free from postpartum OCD, I can see all of the hard work I had to put