u/Alternative_Crow1770

I suffer from OCD (ossessive-compulsive disorder) with severe anxiety and depression, but I stopped taking my medication because I wanted to get pregnant. Now that I’m pregnant, my disorder seems to have gotten worse; everything scares me. I wash my hands three thousand times a day. I can’t trust salad or tomatoes, even if they’ve been washed with disinfectant. I’m afraid to touch meat, breathe in dust, or just breathe the air in general. People make me anxious. On top of that, I convince myself that all this isn’t enough and that I’ve contracted some extremely dangerous bacteria anyway. There are days when I feel so bad psychologically that the normal pregnancy symptoms are nothing. I feel like I could never be happy in any way possible. I’m going to the terapist but it often doesn’t seem to be enough… I don’t know if I want advice, maybe just some support and similar experiences from people who know what I’m talking about.

The little gems have arrived! I’m so excited and I’d love to tell you a bit about them. First of all, they’re definitely unisex. Not at all sharp—cool, yes, but truly comforting. Both have the power to soothe the soul, in different ways, so much so that they’re an intimate experience and journey to two completely opposite places. I really like both of them and I honestly couldn’t say which one is better; perhaps Avignon is just better known. AVIGNON: opens with an extraordinary chamomile note, upon which rests a velvety caress—a bishop’s purple-hued drape during Easter. It is not a thick, smoky incense; it is the kind that permeates fabrics and heavy velvet curtains, the altar linens. It is sacred and wintry, perhaps better suited to daytime than evening, intimate, without too much sillage but with good longevity. A must-try as soon as autumn arrives and the air turns crisp. ZAGORSK: It reminds me of Reliques d’Amour by Oriza L. Legrand, but more icy. It’s the scent of a small Russian village, or one in Eastern Europe, with a stone Orthodox church amidst the birch trees. I can smell the forest, the faint sunlight that becomes dazzling as soon as it touches the snow. It’s snow on the verge of melting, almost spring-like. That’s precisely why I find it more spring-like, even though it’s perfectly wearable in the cold seasons. Perhaps less persistent than Avignon, but still very solemn; in fact, I find it quieter, less crowded, and more introspective. It has a cold, wild Slavic heart.

If you need more info about them, ask me!

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