You see, I had to take a picture of this, just to show my loyal .5 reader, the type of shit that drives my OCD up the fucking wall. After I took the picture, I had to "make it look right", by turning it right side up, so my anxiety would drop. This post is just to show you, what dealing with OCD 24/7 is like. Don't get me wrong, I joke around a lot about my OCD, but sometimes, specially when I'm really stressed out, the whole shit just drives me fucking crazy.
I have to say that, I do take Prozac, but medication can only help so much. I have to deal with the rest with talk therapy and mental games. Most of the times, I can stay away from performing the rituals, but there are those times, when I just can't take it and I have to give in. One thing that I would like to mention is, that my OCD doesn't dictate who I am. In other words, my OCD is not me, I am me.
With that said! I am Audi 5000 y'all!