I don’t think I can imagine anyone truly having had to deal with such a colossal and, quite honestly, outrageously fucked-up illness like OCD. I cannot imagine someone having to work any harder to actually reach a sense of actual balance with a disorder. It’s a brain-fuck, an altogether disgusting thing of… quite honestly, heartbreakingly unfair repercussions. Repetitive ruminations which send your mind to a place of utter and ceaseless agony. What the fuck has happened to my beautiful, caring brain. My mind is still there, just I cannot beat this fucking thing. This life has been, quite honestly, a sort of disgusting experience that no-one could ever even begin to cause themselves to imagine. I get trapped again – fully – and I can’t go on with this. Watching my life getting continually torn away from me owing to a chemical imbalance and of no choice whatsoever of my own? That IS THE DEFINITION of disgusting, in my opinion.