ugh  and then i argue with my inner self  start the cycle of doubting my doctors diagnosis of ocd and wonder if i have those voices they describe that schizophrenics hear and then my mind starts spinning and swearing my doctors are wrong until i remember that just yesterday i was convinced that my blocked sinuses meant i had a cancerous tumor in my nose and the recent mris must have missed it and the day before it was abc and the day before that it was xyz   and then i remembered that i fucking hate my brain and come back down off the ledge and start counting to 100 over  over again fml