You do realise that it plays its part, the ocd, in a lot of things, actually. In relationships and friendships, etc. In your mood, even if you do seem to hold it miraculously together most of the time. I don’t see it in any way as my having lost all of these things and owing to it because, well, life ain’t supposed to be so easy anyhow. Is it?! It is OCD, and mine is fairly effing hard to live with. It’s… well, it’s all of the things I’ve previously described it as having been for me to deal with. Most of the time, I don’t really get to deal with it at all but, rather, it deals with me- my brain, my mind, as I try my very best to not let it all derail time and time again. I’m proud and flabbergasted at how far I’ve come. I really am. And, well.. I do accept the illness. I even accept that I may just have lost my girlfriend owing to it. I mean, I cannot know how I would have acted and been in a relationship minus the OCD wreaking unnecessary havoc. But, to be fair, things will add-up and inevitably take their toll. I mean, I really can’t imagine my being unable to have sex and for a very long amount of time owing to the outrageous level of mental anguish helped along the way. One thing that it cannot do, though? That is to leave me ending up all alone and for my most feared outcome with this thing to happen- my being stuck ruminating 24/7 and inside of a mental health hospital.