I think, and know, really, that with the OCD, people aren’t ever gonna get it, let alone even attempt to understand it. Why? Mainly ‘cos they’ve no real investment to have to, I guess. What I mean is that as a sufferer you will have been asked everything and anything about why, for instance, you’re not working. Trust me, I want to be able to work more than anything in this world. Anything. I love it, love the idea of that kinda routine and love the idea of the life you can live owing to obvious benefits of being paid an actual wage. If I could do it in the morning I would. A million times over, even if OCD will always be a million times harder than what any job might put a person through in a mental instance. So, yeah, you’ll often even find yourself having to make things up – fibs, let’s call it – when, say for example, someone asks “what do you do?” It’s ball-busting and also extremely… embarrassing too. Of course it is. And fair enough, maybe… seeing as they’re not coming at it from the angle of a close family member or close friend, those who obviously know precisely what an OCD sufferer has to go through. Those who have had to live with it, warts and mother ******* all. But the real problem is feeling a need to justify their questions all of the time – the people who do not in fact have a single clue what you are in fact going through in the first place – because, well, yeah, this just adds to the utter mental pent-up of frustration. They won’t know what’s going on in your mind, course not, but it certainly will not feel that way for the sufferer because, well, yeah, our minds kinda live in fear and paranoia and even often times at best. And, also, when you often times end up analysing everything every minute against your will, it will be fairly damn frustrating to have to quite probably re-hear these same damn questions a million more times. Throwaway questions of intrigue, perhaps, for someone else, but utterly an obstacle for the sufferer because we are trying with all of our mental might and resolve to have a normal-thinking, unprovoked-by-a-profound-mental-imbalance brain. So you take yourself through it all like, quite literally, nobody’s business. It’s all you can do really to get to a place resembling a calm version of yourself. You won’t want these kinds of questions to matter to you but of course they do, and more-so by a mile than they might do for anybody else because it is such an easy thing in all kinds of senses and ways a person should be able to think and look at it: get a job, work the job, come home, have a pay-slip, and go again. And do a million other things around that as well, even! To fill your time or however else you might choose to make up your mind and look at it and take to it. Personality and mood-building in other words, for the sufferer. A rarity all on its own. An OCD sufferer isn’t too often led to believe in the first place and deep, deep down inside of that provoking imbalance that that is actually how people are normally expecting a day to go… and that at its most damn basic, really. At its most… unperturbed. God, to be unperturbed in the world of an OCD sufferer really is to live… like the happiest, hardworking person imaginable. Certainly as far as my mind works, or at least tries to work its way out, anyhow. And to know that around about 240 million people actually live with this same mental disorder at one level or a crushing other let’s me know that, well, yeah, it’s no more than a mental disorder to be handled and managed as well as we can, even if it can make if feel like a million other things to the sufferer and against their will. I will always, always try my damn best ever at getting to that place for myself and my mind. I owe it to myself a million times over as well as to an outlandishly impressive support-system in the people I truly do love, cherish, and utterly adore with all of my might ❤️