The truth is this. My nerves are shredded. That’s a fact, something which has happened because of twenty eight years of ocd. That’s just how it has left me now. I cannot try and fight this thing anymore – it’s too… everything and nothing all together. I’m tired of not knowing whether I am tired or not, even. I am slowly realising that maybe the best way to go about things is in relative silence. I don’t really care too much anymore about having fun at this stage, I’ll absolutely and happily take handling this illness