There isn’t really anything to be said about my life with OCD right now other than that… it has been… extremely abnormal, at least inside of my mind. Since I was eleven through to now. I am 40 years old. There is of course a reassuring feeling deep down for the sufferer in getting to know that this all is a complex and very well diagnosed mental disorder. Medication included 🤷‍♂️ Or that goes for me, at least. But that doesn’t make it any less… difficult to sit and live with. The comparisons are always gonna be rather outlandish in their description, but how else is somebody supposed to describe something so very… outlandish and effed-up inside of their own brain? Anyhow… it’s Friday evening, the 22nd December, and I’m just chilling upstairs and gonna see what might be a cool film to watch later on. My time is mine, utterly and understandably, and I will work with this ‘til it starts to feel really right 😃