Obsessions of a Perfectionist

I recently answered a scholarship application essay about why I deserve the scholarship, and my answer shows my growth over the last few months. Only a few short months ago, I would have referred to my grades as the sole reason to be worthy of a scholarship. At that point in my life, my entire life revolved around school and achieving perfect grades. However, after being gone from school for most of the first semester to receive treatment for my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked up to my teachers. I have yet to have a teacher I have disliked. While my learning style didn’t always match a teacher's teaching style, I still greatly respected them. As the years went on, I grew to care more and more about the opinions my teachers had of me, and I sought to be the best possible student. Naturally, my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) takes over my idolization of teachers and uses it to fuel school-related compul

Life has to be pretty rough to consider going to a residential treatment center for mental health. I had been at a partial hospitalization day program for my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) for six weeks. While I was making progress, when I would leave, my evenings were consumed with school and compulsions. I was referred to residential treatment, where I’d be living at the center and have support around the clock. Residential treatment isn’t typical inpatient. It does no