There have been a thousand, maybe many more, moments where I have stared at something- a wall like this fella, or even a target I have penciled in on the wall in my bedroom, wherever I might have been living at any given time, and begged my mind to sit still. To stay inside of the target of thought. No ruminations. I’m thinking… easily a million moments actually. That’s… so very painful. It is like an uninterruptible horror film started happening inside of your mind and ever since the age of Eleven. That’s… unfathomable, even by my stretched standards. So, yeah, I definitely feel for an ocd-sufferer because I know just how complex an, as plain as I can put it, imbalance of the brain’s wirings can become. The best way I can describe the whole thing this particular time would be to say that… mentally and, of course, owing to said ocd, on a visual comparison there is a 60-foot crane over the road from my house. For instance, hang a sufferer from THAT thing by their hands and tell them they have to stay there for an hour, that’s probably on a par with the height of anxiety they feel. Truly38m