Spencer Hyde

January 06, 2022 10:00 AM MST
When I told my friend we were in the same boat, she balked. And for good reason: no two experiences with mental illness are the same. But I meant it in a number of ways.
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November 20, 2019 11:12 AM MST
“Whenever I think of giving thanks, I think of what in this life makes me whole, and I think of all the people I’m unable to properly thank.”
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June 13, 2019 09:00 AM MDT
I often overhear people talking about their fears of being more than one thing. One side of the conversation regularly goes something like this: “I can’t be both _____________ and a member of the Church.” And if they’re not saying it about themselves, they’re talking about somebody else. Sometimes it comes in the form of a question: “Can you be gay and still be a member of the Church?”
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February 22, 2019 10:28 PM MST
At 6 years old, I realized I cared more about the number of times the windshield wipers moved back and forth than I did about the thunderstorm. At 7, I understood germs to be more prevalent than air. At 8, I found it impossible to focus on anything religious because I was counting the number of vowels in a church-talk, tapping my knee in sets of three in order to stave off a serious illness or a catastrophic event that I believed would wipe away my family, and blinking (alternating left and right eyes) seven times when I saw the color black. My rituals each morning sometimes took up to two hours or more, and I often showered at least five times a day, washing my hands a minimum of 100 times per day. But it wouldn’t be until years later that I would be diagnosed with OCD.
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