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It will feel like the craziest, most wrongful thing in the world for an OCD sufferer to actually finally be getting to realise that they weren’t in any way supposed to have been stuck in this outrageous loop of mental thought. It will feel… like they’ve been let out of the greatest, most undeserving mental prison sentence ever, but it will also feel like… it’s only really ever gonna be a day release. And, often, that does end up being what it is. You have to live with it, live with all that it hijacks and all that it interrupts entirely. You’re the one trying to basically live with an imbalance that must surely be everywhere in the brain, it that automatically unstoppable. The landscape is a million ways from the real one happening before you, and certainly mentally. As for the physical outside world, of course the OCD will shape a mood, a person’s approach to things. The way they handle stuff in general. How could it not! But you have to partake in it anyhow. You want to. Well, more so you have to but also, at this stage, want to too. You know precisely what it’s all worth to have a calm and collected mind. One billion percent you do. In fact, you couldn’t want for anything more for anyone in this whole world than… mental comfort to a realistic extent. You could not want it more for those nearest and dearest to you because they will have stood with you all of the way through it and wished, wished, WISHED in equal measure, maybe even, for just that thing, like you. It’s… the greatest illogical mental fight out there, surely. And in a seriously upside-down and sadly perverted way, you may always even end up having to prepare yourself, your mind, to take in and carefully cherish all of the clearer moments that you can accomplish for yourself and your brain whilst also learning – somehow!! – to manoeuvre around the imbalanced interruption as well as you humanly can manage to do for yourself. It’s a case of taping over a helluva lotta cracks, really, and figuring a surefire way, or at least as surefire as it can possibly get in the instance of a mental disorder, of turning down the volume of mental toil as low as you can possibly go. This is of utmost importance for the sake of your mental health. 😊 It’s like a game, really. As far removed from any part of your real life as that and, ultimately, as pointless yet outlandishly challenging for the sufferer’s brain and mind as a game of, say, pinball… only there are a thousand clicker thingy’s and a thousand more steel balls and there’s no actual way of winning however you try and play it – fruitless nature of chasing an OCD imbalance, and your brain is going at the pace of a live, pulsating, and gruelling rugby game and played out with an equal level of excruciating exactitude and precision and tactical know how as opposed to a long sought after and ALWAYS wished for game of, say, badminton shared endearingly between two old folks in the park with a crappy old net and nothing else but for the sake of love and utter fun 😃