If you’ve dreamed about working and living healthily and… etc. etc. and that can actually come to fruition with time and, what’s more, it’s the normal way of things, that outcome for a sufferer of OCD is like living an utter DREAM dream. You cannot just switch it off, the OCD, but what you can do is live extremely well with it. That’s the aim and that may take up an extremely large amount of a sufferer’s time, but understanding the utter illogic of it all is the most important thing and at any given time. I know it isn’t easy, and I know there are people out there who won’t even know they have OCD. And I know the pain they are living with and going through. Heroes? Pretty much, yeah. I mean, there really is no other way of describing it. I could try but I’d end up back at the exact same word really. Like I always end up doing. If you could swap the amount of time put into a sufferer’s trying to ‘fix’ OCD for something else of utter focus, I can only imagine the things they could get to create with a mind relatively free of discombobulation. Like, say, swapping OCD time for, well, real time – real jobs, real friendships, real… living. Then I thought, hold up, haven’t you been doing just that creating thing only still with the OCD?! Haven’t you done it literally seven thousand times over? By that I mean the number of pieces of scribbles I’ve done. Yeah, it’s strange and it’s odd and it’s certainly upside down, by that I actually mean both the OCD and the scribbles, even if the latter is truly based on a passion for rhythmic storytelling of, hopefully, a brand new authentic kind, but it’s also definitely… one heck of a learning-curve in understanding how a person’s mind might really get to work, having most probably gone through enough angles of interpretation to send anyone else to a looney bin 🤷‍♂️ 😃