Allow me to explain the title of my blog. First off let me start off by saying that I am an extremely organized individual. I was diagnosed with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder when I was 20, before it became a thing of humor, (Monk and Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets). It goes way beyond being a "neat freak". Those that truly have the disease, (it sounds like Hepatitis or something, I prefer disorder), know what I am talking about. People throw around OCD in everyday conversation as if it is normal. Example: "I am so OCD about my closet." Someone may have obsessive or compulsive tendencies without having the actual disorder.
I used to go to a psychiatrist and a therapist. I have tried every anti-depressant and anti-anxiety drug they made. I decided that I did not want my life to be under the influence, nor did I like the side effects. So I read books on OCD and I came to the conclusion that this is something I am going to have to live with so I should live with it and embrace it so to speak. I was going to choose to be in control of the disorder rather than the disorder controlling me. So here I am today living with it and in control.
Anyway back to the point. I am a compulsive list maker (ha ha compulsive, get it?) and so very organized, down to my children's rooms. My boys have bins for every single grouping of toys. There is a Power Ranger bin, a Star Wars bin, a Matchbox car bin, you get the point. I will go ballistic if I find Darth Vader fraternizing with the Blue Ranger. I have post it notes on everything. (I am actually thinking of investing in 3M.) With so many things in my life that I need to control and organize, my brain is constantly running on high octane gas. I am processing too much information at one time, hence disorganized thoughts.
Warning: use caffeine with extreme caution. Side effects include restless leg syndrome, insomnia, talking way too fast, restlessness, and brain aneurysms.