About the OCD. I am truly worried that once Mom and Dad come back from courtmac the imbalance will shoot up again. Why? Because at least when I am on my own with it, like I have been the past month, I get to take the time to myself to… figure out that I’m totally wasting my time trying to figure something out. The imbalance, that thing. But the opposite of living well with OCD is, well, not living at all really, and the level of mental pain and utter entrapment will then depend on how far a sufferer falls. I just cannot fall that far again. It is too much, and I do way too much work to just get back to what is still, it seems, a chronic imbalance really and being held together with hard, hard work and outrageous exposures and medication prescribed. It’s not right. I accept everything with this thing, but I cannot accept the mental anguish I have to needlessly go through anymore. And I won’t 😊