Day 35 of prozac

Hello friends, Today marks day 35 since starting my new medication, and to be honest- I think its been working! I don't want to jinx myself but I think the fact I haven't been active on this account for nearly 17 days shows how I have been less consumed by my themes in everyday life. Yesterday, I returned home from a 4 day music festival. Now, my OCD is flaring up quite badly. Logically, I know this is because I am hormonal, on a hugeee comedown from the festival (drinking, excersise, lack of sleep, overstimulation etc.) but my head is still feeling very loud right now. You guys are like my safe space when I start to get freaked out again! Anyway, I thought I would make a post and just blurt everything on my mind to share how I have been doing! So first: the medication- once the initial 'activation effects' calmed down I definitely have been obsessing less. I also had a really nice conversation with a close friend about how I am more able to allow the thoughts to 'pass by' rather than constantly engaging with them. I also had my birthday recently, which I felt so so lucky and blessed about. I had a wonderful time, and I also was able to be happy without feeling like I didn't deserve it... which is new! Then this past 4 days I went to the same music festival I go to every year. I realised that I truly have conquered my health subtype because I felt far less anxious about the normal things I would worry about (big crowds, lack of routine of food and drink etc., lack of sleep, heat stroke). On this front, I felt much better than in previous years! However, I also felt extremely happy and loved and greatful for my friends which (and this is so sad) I find quite triggering sometimes because it feels fragile... like it could all go wrong at any moment. Also, I am so lucky because I am deeply in love with my partner and everyday he feels more and more like the person for me... but I have not told him about my real event, and hence why now I am ruminating on what he would say if he knew and whether I am being a bad person for hiding it from him. But the truth is, it was inconsequential, and telling anyone would undoubtedly make everything worse. Then in turn I feel selfish for not wanting to share it when I know it will have a negative impact. Does anyone have any thoughts on this? Okay, rant over! On the whole, I have been doing better. I am working on accepting myself as a whole and understanding that past events do not define who I am now. I am a good person because I always try my hardest to be. Overcoming anxiety begins with accepting yourself, past, future and present. Love you all, I would appreciate a reply if you could take the time! I will also be responding on here for a while :)