Obviously I cannot ever get to know others experiences with ocd but I can say this much – mine has been one of the most disgusting and agonising and never ending mental disorders imaginable. From its start to… well, now, it’s been beyond horrifying. I don’t say it to make people worry for me, I know they do that anyhow. Rather I simply say it because this disorder – it has to be helped and in a very curable way. Ocd is… debilitating, yes. But it is also a long in the tooth, mental preoccupation with believing that disaster will happen if you do not sort it out. A false firing of anxiety as real as if it were actually happening. When a person is going through something painful, a hardship, their mind will have to go through all that pain too of course. With ocd, that pain is happening all the time and anyway. You’re tasked with ignoring said misfiring of anxiety which swims imbalanced and all over the patient’s brain, with letting that misfiring hence mental miscalculation just.. be there. I have said it before and I will again, that for me to truly come to terms with steadily dealing with and living a comfortable life with my ocd, it still feels as if it will truly take a miracle. A miracle of mind. But I am in it to achieve that very same thing. How can I not. I’ve done the unthinkable by simply still being here. That’s a truth that I cannot ever compare with anyone else’s, surely. I don’t think a mind is supposed to be able to… still… actually survive with all that… wow!! Utter, utter mental anguish. It’s… one of the saddest stories imaginable, perhaps. Even if your brain HAS actually in fact done just that thing. Imagined it all. But we are here and always fighting to make it better. This one goes out to the ocd sufferers out there, because however outrageously strong we all undeniably are, it is to suffer. And I wish them ALL the very best of luck in their lives going forward.