I guess, the hopes and wishes with the OCD continue the same way as ever. I wanna, well, one day well and truly – surely – celebrate living rather well with my mental disorder. In so far as it doesn’t, let’s say, take my mind to its knees again and again. I accept it all, and the story is, well… no words, except maybe for all of the words in the whole wide of my website 🤷‍♂️ My aim, with the OCD? To live with it and still be perfectly capable of working, thinking about brand new things, learning new things, reading new books, meeting new people, looking after Mom and Dad, and scribbling away to my heart’s content. There may well be many times when the OCD ends up being utterly atrocious inside of my pained mind, but I never, ever stop trying to live as well and as successfully as humanly possible with this particular disorder and I really wanna make that crystal clear. More than that, even 😊 The truth is this. It is a fairly distorted and horrendous existence for my mind even at the best of times, and just how hard I have to work to get to that latter part is its own outlandishly difficult thing. But I hang in there. I have no choice other than to do that, even if my mind is a sitting duck to the OCD for the largest part of my life 🤷‍♂️ It’s stifling and in ways that I cannot ever truly get to describe. And I wish it away, but I need to also be outrageously strong now and proud of what I do take on without losing myself entirely. Because I’m fairly sure many others would have by this stage, but that’s just not in my makeup. I just strive to feel like myself, or as close to that as I can possibly get. I did NOTHING wrong. But often times it’s even near impossible to see that, as you are trying to entrust a brain that is screaming out for a calm for no reason other than a mother effinG imbalance of the brain in the first place.