It might be the greatest, most mind-pummelling feeling ever. The OCD. My OCD. Like… walking through this life a million times more anxious than anyone else can imagine. More than even YOU can imagine because, well, this isn’t a choice by your imagination in the first instance anyhow. That disordered itch BEGGING TO BE SCRATCHED… . All the time and always on! The more your mind ends up itching your brain’s BEGGING TO BE ENTHUSED scratch the more you will get dragged outlandishly into OCDLand. What is OCDLand? A land-of-mind that absolutely NOBODY WANTS TO BE A PART OF. No. Body. That’s what it is, as well as a million other equally horrifying things. Does it take the sufferer away from the present moment? Well, yeah. That AND a million other things actually. Our minds know what needs doing however our disordered brains seem to keep timing-out time again in forgetting such a thing for ourselves… as if we literally must’ve just forgotten what we just told/thought ourselves to do 🤷‍♂️ Is that scary? Fuck, yeah, it’s scary.