I Relieve Stress by Sorting

by Oda
(Norway)

From when I was a little kid, I've always been very emotional and stressed. I lack the extra "layer" most people are wrapped in that sorts through all the impressions one gets every day. If the dog of my mother's ex-bestfriend died, I cried. If I was in a room with many people, I couldn't breathe and so on. This led to several other problems, like the fact that I stopped being social, for instanse.


I noticed that sorting things, putting things in order, helped me relax. To take a stack of cards and sort it into piles based on colour, type or number. And then do it again.

This may sound like OCD to you, but I assure you it is not. It's not something HAVE to to, but want to. Reading helps me too.

Oda (17)




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