This spring I’ve written about the joy that I’ve gotten from my foray into vegetable gardening.
My joy goes beyond my pleasure in
watching things grow and the solace it brings my soul to dig in the dirt and interact
with nature.
My gardening is also a sign of a
victory over OCD.
One of the ways I dealt with my
obsessions over germs was to wash my hands compulsively. I’ve written about how red and raw my hands and wrists became
because I washed them over and over in hot water and soap.
Another way I dealt with my fears
over germs was to avoid situations and activities where I was sure to get my
hands dirty. Like putting my hands in dirt, on purpose.
Over the years, I have experienced many victories over contamination fears. When I first started treatment for OCD and depression, I was able to start having houseplants. And I’ve had flower gardens sporadically through the years.
It feels good to know that OCD is not stopping me from doing something
that I enjoy.
The journey to overcome my contamination
obsessions and compulsions has not been short or easy. I’ve taken medication
that has side effects and costs money that I would love spend elsewhere. I’ve
taken therapy. I’ve read books and put new ways of thinking and reacting into practice.






















