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	<title>OCD &#38; ME</title>
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		<title>A week of anxiety.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I haven&#8217;t had anxiety like this since&#8230; before we went into debt consolidation. So I can&#8217;t really figure out why I&#8217;m having it now. I mean, my secret savings is gone thanks to the phone bill and our grant hasn&#8217;t come in yet even though they claimed it was released on the 10th. Giving it a few days, it should had been here by now. If it&#8217;s not here by Monday, I may have to call and complain. But this &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2012/01/a-week-of-anxiety/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s just frustrating&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have this habit of not touching the floor. I don&#8217;t like when my clothes touch the floor either. So when I&#8217;m at home, if I&#8217;m wearing sweats, I usually tuck my sweats into my socks. But most of the time I wear like sleep thermals and since they&#8217;re thin around the ankle, I really have no other choice but to tuck them into my socks. Lately my dad has picked up on this. I don&#8217;t know why or how &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/12/its-just-frustrating/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/12/its-just-frustrating/</link>
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		<title>Rough 48hrs and paranoia.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The last 48hrs have been rough. A lot of family problems going on and a lot of bad news. Husband and I were woken up at 6am today with even more bad news. Him and mom have been in the city since about 7am, it&#8217;s almost 430pm now. I hope everything is okay, and I hope there isn&#8217;t more bad news to be said. I have always had this thing about being home alone. Even before my OCD days, I &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/12/rough-48hrs-and-paranoia/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/12/rough-48hrs-and-paranoia/</link>
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		<title>Massive pen explosion.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday I was patiently waiting for my dad to get done with the dryer before I started my laundry and luckily by the time I went downstairs to check, he was pulling my brother&#8217;s clothes out of the dryer. So I go about my business, doing laundry and putting it in the dryer. So when it comes time to pull it out, I do and I don&#8217;t notice anything odd. Normally I would fold my laundry after I pull it &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/11/massive-pen-explosion/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/11/massive-pen-explosion/</link>
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		<title>Hello there!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Wow, it&#8217;s been a year since I last updated?! As you can see, I changed up the theme and I&#8217;m sorting through this blog. I&#8217;ve thought about writing in here often, but I just haven&#8217;t&#8230; I moved to Florida for a few months and that was a huge challenge in so many ways. Not to mention I had a huge OCD blow up at another Cast Member (I was there for an internship with Walt Disney World), which I&#8217;ll blog &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/11/hello-there/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2011/11/hello-there/</link>
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		<title>Picking up my habits.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I&#8217;ve probably mentioned before, my dad has OCD too and awhile back, he noticed my sudden use of disinfectant wipes. And he&#8217;s witnessed me cleaning the toilet seat with them. Well I guess since he saw me do it, he started doing it too. I tell him not to and he goes on and on talking about bacteria or something which I know he probably didn&#8217;t even know about until he read the back of the bottle. I&#8217;m sure &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/11/picking-up-my-habits/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/11/picking-up-my-habits/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;ve been away.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know, it&#8217;s been months since I&#8217;ve posted in here. I haven&#8217;t had much to say. My husband started staying with me at my parent&#8217;s house and we&#8217;ve been staying in the guest room. My mom doesn&#8217;t like the idea of me taking up two rooms in the house, but I just find it easier to be in here since my OCD doesn&#8217;t go all crazy. At least, not as crazy as it usually does. I still wear slippers with &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/10/ive-been-away/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/10/ive-been-away/</link>
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		<title>It could had been me&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A friend of mine gave me a random update on my ex boyfriend. An ex boyfriend who at one point, destroyed my entire world. I heard about his new girlfriend a few years ago, they were together for a few years and all this time I thought maybe she was able to stand him for so many years because maybe he had changed. Maybe he grew up, maybe he matured, maybe he treated her better than he ever treated me. &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/05/it-could-had-been-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/05/it-could-had-been-me/</link>
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		<title>*sigh.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A while back, my mom bought some Chinese food and I had told her I couldn&#8217;t go eat it because I couldn&#8217;t. OCD works different for everyone, but for me&#8230; I shower at night and so I&#8217;m clean for the night up until either 1) I&#8217;m getting ready to leave the house or 2) I&#8217;m getting ready to go to bed. So whatever I do from my shower to either one of those two options, I have to stay clean &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/05/sigh/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/05/sigh/</link>
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		<title>Give me a break, let me make my own path&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When does the struggling stop? When does it all end up better? Telling myself that things can&#8217;t suck forever worked so much better in high school when my biggest problem were stupid boy problems. But now, now that my biggest problems are things that could turn my entire life around if I don&#8217;t fix them&#8230; makes things so much more scarier. Everyday is a struggle, if not with OCD then with something else. It&#8217;s always something. Sometimes (like now) it&#8217;s &#8230; <a href="http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/04/give-me-a-break-let-me-make-my-own-path/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		<link>http://lovemarie.net/ocd/2010/04/give-me-a-break-let-me-make-my-own-path/</link>
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