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That stuff I say about trusting your imbalanced brain when it comes to OCD? It’s the truth of the truths. It’s the way to be okay with this dumbfounding thing, really. I’m so proud, so happy… really… and so very outlandishly… thankful for everything and everybody in my life. It’s about using and even choosing positive words now, a positive outlook even if amidst a chronic and complex and COMPLETELY disorienting mental disorder. It feels odd, and wrong… to not feel a huge need to figure-out the “what-if??” scenario occurring on autopilot inside of my head. And what when the “what-if???” – the imbalance-driven rumination/s and that ENTIRELY false mental alarm occurring in the first place with it and, along with this, the mental compulsions to try in vain at calming it all down actually doesn’t seem to be happening anymore inside of my brain? That is when an OCD sufferer is truly getting better, when they are truly getting to grips with this mental disorder of theirs. It will feel so very wrong when all your brain and mind has ever been used to since the age of eleven is CATASTROPHIC FEAR HAPPENING. Whether it might or might not happen not even mattering, for it’s already been chronically happening inside of your brain anyway in that you’ve been, time again, dragged through, let’s call it, an absolute mental fucking DISASTER-piece. That’s what I choose to call my experience with this whole thing anyhow. Turn the terrible on its head and into the oh, so fucking good 💕