since i got diagnosed ive kind of managed to level my good and bad days out a little bit by recognizing that my brain just kinda sucks and i cant trust it which is disorienting and doesnt play nice with my existential obsession but hey what the hell ocd is full of logic knots  our amygdalae are just kind of constantly screaming  and thats part of our experience of the good times too we can redefine it the weathers nice my dog wants breakfast i dont know what gender i am heres your breakfast doggie maybe im a sociopath i could really go for some cheerios its annoying but definitely possible to live with