I've written a bit about my #OCD here. Something someone said caused me to think about this.
So, thought I’d drop this little shit nugget. Which I don’t normally talk about, at all.
There is no comfortable place for me in this house. I don’t have my own space, period. And as a result, for the last 12 or 13 years, I’ve slept on the living room floor. Every. Single. Night.
I'm not sure how I got here, but I just typed in OCD. Sounds like you've had a rough time with OCD for a long time and I know how awful it is. I relate a lot, 'cause even though it overwhelms my life I never really talk about it to anyone. Here if you want to, although I'm just getting used to the site.