Really, you’re actually looking to bring, hmm, a thousand racing, spiralling thoughts down to… yeah, just the one and at any given time. That occurrence can be both incredibly liberating and frightening as hell for an OCD sufferer. That’s very much like watching the loudest theatrical performance imaginable right in front of you suddenly transform into UTTER silence and with no performers, no nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zeeeeero! That is… the make or break position for a sufferer to be in: let the silence scare you and simultaneously pull you back into theatre land of mind, or… work with it, which will take EVERYTHING you have got in you to lock-in the fact that that’s how you’re supposed to be. Thoughts, new ones, coming at you out of absolutely nowhere. Memories. Or at least makeshift versions of memories coated over with unreal anxiety in the first place. This is the place you need to be and all of the time and at a base level of mentality. A million different sufferers of the same condition will know the exact same thing to be utterly truer than anything else ever for them. But… most will fall. Not all, but most. NOT ALL 😃 💃 So, yeah, when you say to people “dance through it…” on their talking of a tough time they might be having, you’re partly telling yourself to do the exact same thing, just being perhaps a tad fraction poetic about it as well as humorous.