Why do intrusive thoughts have to pop up at the absolute worst times? I’m just trying to enjoy some quality time with people I care about, and all of a sudden *poof* terrifying intrusive thought. Instant anxiety and sad, sinking feelings. I know I have to just sit with the anxiety, but I wish so much I didn’t have to deal with this every day. I miss my somewhat healthy brain function. Does anyone else mourn for the time and experiences that OCD has robbed from them?