I was formally diagnosed with clinical Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) during the pandemic, though it hadn’t come out of nowhere. For years, I’d had a lingering sense that something wasn’t quite right, that OCD might be part of my experience, but it wasn’t until that period, when everything intensified, that it became undeniable + finally put into words.

I had some unexpected news in 2023 as I was checking off all my health appointments for the new year, starting with an annual mammogram. Like many women, I have dense breast tissue coupled with the fact that my Mama Joy had carcinoma in situ + a lumpectomy performed on both of her breasts (20 years apart) My Aunt also recently had the same. Read more here.