There are no answers anymore for me. No nothing with the OCD, just a wish to get along with the imbalance fine and well actually. I have OCD, and it’s tricky as a mother effer, but I’m okay with that and all that it does give me. I didn’t ever look for perfection, or anything akin to it. But I have to admit… that maybe, just maybe, the most ‘perfect’ thing I’ll ever have done is to live with this particular mental illness and not lose myself entirely 😊 It isn’t the small things, it’s that the small things are actually, as it turns out, absolutely HUGE a lot of the time. As Mom says: “enjoy the journey.” Truth is, I was born to enjoy the journey XX