I guess we are talking here about well and surely… breaking the imbalance’s grip over our brains. For me, for all OCD sufferers, really. We know what that takes, we implement what that takes every single day. We do the necessary exposures enough times to actually end-up thinking to ourselves: “Seriously? This exposure AGAIN, and I’m still… riddled with ******* OCD!” To break that habit of a lifetime, habit of an OCD imbalance – searching for disaster until, well, we are caught-up in it all over again. There’s no… on the cusp of recovery with this bad boy, nuh-uh. Nothing like it, in fact. But what there is is a caring person’s personality wanting to come to the fore beneath it all. For PURE ‘O’ OCD, wherein it is all going on up inside of the sufferer’s brain, we have to hang in there with our sanity intact as possible, really. Truth. But, again, to break that imbalance’s habitual cycle of a lifetime, which is only being propelled in the first place by a brain attempting to keep the sufferer safe, actually. That’s all very… logical in terms of just how illogical it all is, really, although we as the sufferers don’t get to… recall that part all too easily at all, it seems. To do that, we have to work with everything we’ve got to, well, get to what most brains are getting to work with normally. Yeah, that’s outrageously undeserving, and outrageously mentally pain-filled. And… it’s a level of mental distortion which I’ve spent three quarters of my life trying to allay. Parents, family, and friends hoping and praying that it comes good one day for me. That’s their side of it, of course, while the sufferer’s side is, well, a thing of inconceivable mental pain and distortion, as I say. And maybe all of these notes are the same in one way of explaining it all or the other, but it’s still an imbalance which has to be reckoned with and adhered to: and by adhered to, what I mean is it needs to be left right there, inside of our brains, begging to be enthused. Anyhow, on we go. Us OCD sufferers, who will break our own backs to get to ourselves. We will accept everything, pretty much have accepted everything. But neither am I going to break my own heart time again with knowing just how ridiculous and illogical my themes are and reminding myself of that every time because it’s still a hectic imbalance of the brain happening behind all of that chaotic crap. And I have the support network, and the right psychiatrist, thank Christ! And… and this part is hugely important: the utter, utter belief in myself, always have done, that I can in fact do this. Have in fact been doing this. Since the age of eleven til today.