You take one big deep cunt of a breath and you go again, and again. But this time you need to be going with a comfortable brain and mind. Otherwise it’s literally just… existing and barely staying mentally afloat. That’s no life. You lose yourself, everything. And you can’t even know why it is happening in the first place or how to stop it. I don’t want to think about ocd all day every day anymore. That’s one tired damn brain. I want to live, and not think, and certainly not ever, ever go through that whole escapade again.