October 23rd. I love it.

Yay, love.

First up this week, getting my iPad fixed. I love it. I was dumb and accidentally broke my iPad last Friday and after moping about it all weekend, I got it fixed on Tuesday. It cost a pretty good amount, but way less than it would have to buy an all new iPad. I even treated myself to a new (hopefully more protective) case. The one I got makes my tablet look like it’s actually a composition notebook. So cool.

I love it.

Next up, bike rides. I love it. Today I decided to not be lazy so I took my bike to the levy for a ride. It was beautiful weather. I don’t know how far I went (but I was exhausted by the end) but I kept my bike in my car so maybe I can go again this week.

I love it.

Finally, my new toothbrush. I love it. I’ve had a lot of trouble with my teeth in the past. Not only are my front teeth bonded, but lately I’ve been battling really bad stains that won’t go away no matter what I do. I took it upon myself this weekend to do some research about a toothbrush that would help me out and I found it. Oral-B Optic White toothbrushes have polishing bristles that help remove stains. I’ve only been using it for three days but I can already tell the difference in my teeth. I think this means I need to use the entire Oral-B Optic White system. I’ll keep you updated.

I love it. It’s great. Everything’s great.

I love it.

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Book Review: Where Am I Now?

You all know who Mara Wilson is, even if you don’t realize it. She is best know for her roles at Natty in “Mrs. Doubtfire” and Matilda in the movie based off of the book of the same name. Based on the information I’ve gathered by following her on Twitter for a while is that everyone had a crush on her at one time.

I waited all summer to read this book and I’m proud to say I was the first person to get the book from the local library.

In her memoir that just came out, she gives us a glimpse into the life of a child actor. It includes learning about new things at a young age (sex, I’m just going to say it, sex), dealing with losing a parent, and finding out that Hollywood may no longer want you.

My favorite chapter was when she writes a letter to the character Matilda and apologizes for hating her at one point. She didn’t realize that the character meant so much to so many people and she isn’t ashamed to be recognized as the little book worm anymore.

What I love about this book is that is dives deep into issues that most people don’t want to talk about. She was diagnosed with OCD at a young age after she read the book “Kissing Doorknobs” and brought it to her father’s attention. Likewise, I realized I had OCD and Asperger’s Syndrome after watching the TV show Parenthood. That’s why it’s important for people to speak up about their mental illnesses. It lets people know they aren’t alone and may make them realize that they need help.

Mara has come to terms with her time in Hollywood, but she’s staying busy by writing and being an active member in the community.

 

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Day 19: A Difficult Time in My Life

Overall, I’ve had a pretty awesome life. I’ve traveled a lot, met some amazing people, lived the dream, and found somebody I love.

But it wasn’t¬†always awesome.

When I first moved away from home in 2011, I had a really hard time. I was 3000 miles away from my family, really stressed out, a nervous nelly, and afraid of what was coming.

A little background – I’ve been obsessive compulsive basically my whole life. Since 1st grade, I’ve been an absolute neat freak and worry wart. I always had to have everything clean and organized, vacuuming my room more often than I should have. I would also stay up late at night crying to my stuffed animals about how I thought the house was going to burn down. Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen and it was just me overthinking everything. This kind of thing has always been a struggle for me.

Fast forward to age 21 and living alone in a strange city for the first time and it’s like my OCD went into hyperdrive. I started worrying constantly about nothing and thanks to the old man that lived next door to me and accidentally tried to key into my apartment (an honest mistake, I know) my compulsive locking got out of control. I would barricade my door at night with my dining room chair, lock the door almost 200 times before I was satisfied, and would often leave for work but then have to drive right back home to make sure I locked the door behind me.

Of course, after my time in Arizona, I was led to New Orleans. My issues didn’t subside at all, and probably got worse. I would stay up almost all night worrying about the future and coloring (it helped me calm down). At that point, I decided it was time for me to come home and work things out.

I drove back home and spent 4 months going to therapy, hanging out with my parents, and working on myself. It was a really hard decision because I didn’t want to be a useless lump, but I really needed a break. By this time, my anxiety was out of control, my sleeping pattern was seriously messed up, and I was having at least 2 panic attacks a day.

My parents were especially helpful during this hard time. They understood what was going on, did their best to help me out, and supported me. I know it was hard for them too, seeing me so unsteady. I found out later that my mom was also going to see a therapist in an attempt to help me even more. I don’t think she realized how much I appreciated all of her assistance; she would distract me when I was anxious, come lay in bed with me when she would come home from work if I were hiding, and bringing me Spidey when I needed it. My dad did a lot too, making sure that I wasn’t sitting in the house all the time and getting me out in the world so I would stop being afraid of everything.

After those 4 months at home, although I may not have been totally ready yet, I felt comfortable enough to move back to New Orleans after I took a job at Tulane. While I still struggle with anxiety and OCD, I have improved a lot (much thanks to my boyfriend, Bud).

I think I had to go through that difficult time to realize that I am stronger than I thought.