It’s not just strength. Not just mental resilience… with the ocd it’s a thousand other things, and by that I mean that there are literally a never-ending number of ways an ocd brain gets hijacked and taken away from what’s normal. Has already been hijacked into mental disorder and those experiences can take you away at the drop of a hat the second you come upon them again. I do think, though, that as for the pace of imagination happening and owing to the disorder in many instances, many, many brilliant outcomes are truly waiting to happen for a person with ocd. We do know that deep, deep down. DEEP!! But, all in all, your brain and mind are outlandishly shackled to a mental lie and no-one should EVER have to go through that level of mental anguish just to, well, stay somewhat upright inside of their own mind. And with ocd wherein the person uses physical compulsions in-front of them to take part in so as to ‘calm’ the anxiety there is an actual tangible element to it, whereas with ocd whereby it’s only ever happening inside of the head… that’s a whole other level of mental confusion because what are you actually able to hang your compulsions upon in a physical and visual instance? As in it’s always shifting and that is a whole other kind of petrifying. So, yeah, ocd isn’t in the top-ten regarding upsetting mental disorders out there, for me. It’s the most upsetting mental disorder out there. Why? Because it is fundamentally based on a never-ending loop-cycle kept together by never-ending fear and anxiety in the first discombobulating instance. Far as I can see, most of the ‘big-hitter’ mental-illnesses aren’t run by that level of non-stop anxiety. It’s a fight like no other and the sufferer pretty much knows that they’re not likely to be able to pull themselves out of it anywhere near enough to live any sort of a normal life untagged by the ocd. That’s sad. It is atrociously unforgiving. It’s a ‘beautiful’ disaster, I have often-times been told, in so far as people tend to end-up only ever being highly intrigued by the whole thing and my time-and-time-again attempts at trying to explain what it does to the person’s mind. Although for me the ‘beautiful’ bit in it all only ever really needs to get to come into play owing to the whole big-arsed part the… poetry/prose plays in it all. But it is… truly ******* grotesque what the ocd sufferer has to attempt to withstand. On the absolute flip-side though? It’s also incredibly impressive in a way which no-one else will ever really get to even go close to seeing for themselves. Like… ever. And we as sufferers certainly don’t very often even get to recall the impressive level of constant hardship that we do indeed go through… for our being far, far, FAR too distorted altogether by it all in the first place. It’s a pride which we really don’t ever get to feel any real sort of a part of. Here’s to hoping, though, that others feel it for us so? By the large, our emotions are walking THE tightest tightrope in the whole wide-world, that’s a given. We keep on keeping-on because it is indeed worth it, worth feeling okay in ourselves somehow. Of course it is! And why is this so? Well, what the hell else would we be fighting so damn viciously hard for in the first, second, third… fourth place and all of it inside of of our heads day-in day-out?