I gotta go all out, all quiet, all… calm. All utterly brave, and all utterly… okay with everything happening around me. That’s it with this thing. I can’t feel a need to explain nor describe OCD. It’s the last thing a sufferer should have to feel a need to be doing. No point. My thoughts need to become mine, not an imbalanced state of affairs up inside of my head. I can’t go into any of it. Even if I feel one hundred percent incorrect to not try and figure the imbalance out and all that it ends up entailing. I can’t talk of pride, or anything like that. Or how I stay busy nearly all of the time. So as to try and eventually NOT stay busy all of the time inside of my mind. Won’t talk of how I am scared to end up inside of hospital again. It’s above that, even. As in, it won’t be helped outright owing to a revisit there. It is what it is, and I’m doing it all with an unbelievably understanding amount of incredibly patient people in my life, who of course I do owe everything to. And that fact never leaves me ❤️