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You go with it, even though often it’s pulverising your mind. The OCD. You keep on going. You… live with it and try and do the rest like anyone else. But to also build up a brand-new real you. That’s it, and for yourself more than anything or anyone else, and that’s what I need to do. Screw being… stuck in no-man’s land, and screw being one of the best people you could wish to have become only for the disorder to stand in the way of most of your personality and feelings as well as your actually getting to truly believe such a thing 🤔 Cmon!!! You got this. OCD. Living well with it and, what’s more, utilising your brain in the best way possible. Saw Oppenheimer tonight with the lads. I couldn’t take a second of what was happening in, not really anyway. And I don’t think it was hard at all to take in. Not with how my mind was addled and pushing against itself since this morning. A fully-packed film directed by an outlandishly talented director with information overload, but either way the OCD had me NEEDING to figure-out the whole thing, every single next facet and happenings behind every single frame of the bloody film and even before the film continues on to its next piece… in real time 🤔 That’s… impossible. Distorted. Discombobulated and, above all else, outlandishly pain-filled on a mental level and heartbreaking because you can’t actually see how your mind might interpret these things. These pieces of art that are in fact supposed to divide opinion, etc. No set perfect answer, is what I mean. I believe that the part of the mind where people usually get to use it to actually figure stuff out and to then reach a commonplace of calm, a place of actual rational comprehension, even so much as a conclusion with regards that particular topic, in their decision making etc. is totally imbalanced. Not. Allowing. Itself. To. Happen. At. All. Just shooting all over the brain and seemingly… unstoppably. Frazzled and, as I said, therefore stuck in no-man’s land. OCDLand. That’s… utterly undeserving for the sufferer and, what’s more, it goes against any real chance of them ever even beginning to get to think in a straight-line… with anything really. What even IS that like? Until, of course, they do… find themselves thinking in a straight-line. Don’t get me at all wrong, we try like nobody’s business to get to that place. All the time 😊