OCD is like a whole other apartment of the sufferer’s brain is lit-up and the sufferer ends up entertaining and, what’s more, against their utter will, a chemical imbalance which is falsely in the first place informing their brain that something is severely wrong. It is literally like a whole other life of thought pattern is occurring for the sufferer. A catastrophically distorted and mind-crippling distortion of thought pattern. Our one job? To figure a way to mentally let it be there, however crippling it might get 😊 The picture above is taken from a toilet in a restaurant in Dublin, to represent that totally separate part of an OCD sufferer’s mind/life. All of the wasted time on those sorts of patterns of illogical thought which our imbalanced brains convince us need figuring out. Or else… . What an OCD sufferer has to take their mind through with eager and, often times, outlandishly frustrating levels of hope at getting to the other side is… miraculous, really.
