Often it is just that thing: a blur. Having OCD. You continue on and try to feel like yourself as well as you can. You run, you play soccer, you stretch, you eat well, you keep as fit as you wish to do. You be kind and caring to those around you, and you definitely let them know you’re there for them, too. You smile hard and cry hard, if needs be. You try and meet your truest potential. You let the disorder be just what it will always only ever be: an imbalance of the brain. You do not need to describe the fallout and mental slog that comes with it to anyone anymore. They know. The understand that you have a complex mental condition and they understand that they need to always be there for you. And you appreciate this. Of course you do. Without particular people in my life I really cannot say if I’d be here or not. But I am. Absolutely. Watching the soccer replays on the telly right now, Mom and Dad having gone to Sheen Falls ‘til Wednesday for Mom’s 69th beeday. Having a blast as ever, I’m sure 😊 I can watch soccer matches on the telly ‘cos it’s unoccupied finally 😁 Meeting friends, loving my time with the girls, who I’ll be minding Wednesday night actually, as Coman and Mairead are off to Amsterdam. Really hope they have a blast now, they deserve it. Especially Mairead, as I know she struggles with turning her mind off quite often, like myself, as well as hard-hitting migraines. Coman too, of course, but he’ll get where my sentiments are coming from. With the OCD, though. What will it truly take for me to live extremely comfortably with this mental disorder? I do wonder, often too much, actually about that exact thing. But, above all else, I just want people to know just how hard I try to live with it and to work with it and to, even when my mind is seriously struggling, which scares the **** out of me, obviously, do the right thing for me, for them. To live well with it though? 🧐 Leave that question with me… .