The wishes for the sufferer will always remain the very same with the OCD, to unearth a level of calm that should somehow work with suiting said type of mind, because it is a type and it is, at that, utterly engrained over the course of three decades, in my particularly personalised instance anyhow. So, yeah, still a mental-disorder by all accounts, and still as complex and unruly as ever for any sufferer however far into that rabbit-hole we do end-up finding our brains to be going/getting dragged. Is it a type of insanity? I dunno about the definition of that word in its own right and connected with other people and other things, and I sure as shit do not say this lightly, but, yeah, there has to be a certain element of insanity happening inside of an OCD mind. Surely there are no two ways about that actually. To an alarmingly large and offbeat extent. Yeah, the noise has been turned up in an OCD head to an outlandish extent, and yes it is near impossible to live with this disorder, but it is also damn-well ‘possible’, for myself anyhow, to intricately understand beneath it all that I am being about, hmm, ninety-percent… ransacked at any given time in terms of getting to truly be myself regarding my actions, thoughts, and movements, even if I do do them anyway as best I can, because, well, what I am trying to explain… somehow, is JUST how ******* forward-thinking multiplied-by-a-million and distorting and mentally paralysing… and misrepresentative of what you might really like to do and think, etc., as I said, at any given time this mental-illness is. And for that I have to, have to, HAVE TO back myself ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAAAAAAAAAYS!!!! And, also, to write these explanations for others to try and get a grip of with time for their own OCD. Along, of course, with my own beloved scribbles. To. The. Moon. To the fuuuuuccccckkkkiiiiiing MOOOOOOOON!!!! Locky knows. In fact, everyone I know and care about knows! To the moon… . And mother-fucking ALWAYS!!