Small Towns Fuel OCD

A Little background first-So if you know me, you know that I went through a bad postpartum depression after my last child Oliver. I spent my time in therapy and on Prozac. I highly recommend everyone go to therapy at some time in their lifetime-it was a truly enlightening experience for me. Not that I was crazy or anything, you just learn lots about yourself and relationships. Of course a good therapist is needed! Thankfully I have gotten things under control now and am able to keep depression at bay with St. John's Wort, exercises, and a little TLC when I feel down.

So about therapy...I was told I have an Obsessive Compulsive Personality, this does not mean I have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) like Monk. It does mean that I have a tendency to seek perfection from myself and others (type A), I have high expectations. I naturally pay close attention to details, which can cause anxiety. I like to know what to expect of myself and others, this makes things like meeting new people and going new places stressful sometimes.

All that being said, I am so grateful to live in a small town that caters to my OCD! I love that every time I go the gas station the same man is there at checkout, along with the bag boy at Ridley's, our Payette librarians and the postal workers at the Post Office. I love that the gas station guy always knows that I buy a Sunday paper when I fill up on Thursdays and he adds it to my total before I even tell him. This and other conveniences of routine, help to alleviate my anxiety and worry and fuel my desire for sameness life.

So I say, OCD people of the world-move to a small town! You'll feel SO much better.