Saturday 2nd September. Up early, tried cleaning mat in living room with soot from fireplace on it. Minded Ruadh for a half hour while Aoife went to the shops. Met Ruairi for breakfast and got the bill. Met Andrew and Kelly and Aidan in the market. Back home now and Pam coming over later to just hang. She doesn’t fancy drinking either so that’s good. OCD-wise, it’s just strange now. A totally illogical imbalance that puts my brain in a spin like no other. I’m unable to take onboard new stuff, let alone properly gauge how likeable and caring and smart etc. I really am. People care, and people only understand it in so far as it’s a chronic chemical imbalance. Same way as only I understand the damn thing, really. I see that now more than ever but I still am the one who’s having to live as well as I can with it. Again, I’m not angry, I’m just worried about keeping it at bay going forward. I’ll do it, I know I will. It’s too painful not to achieve a semblance of balance for myself and my brain with this. 💪 I’ve dragged myself through this mental disorder, it’s sunny as hell in Bandon and waiting on Coman to collect me from town. I got this.