In my journey, healing looks like OCD becoming themeless. My major theme(s) - which are just nicknames, really - no longer rule all thought processes. Anymore it’s just living life and recognizing how my OCD peeks in throughout the day, for any particular reason or trigger. Getting to that point has helped to be able to identify that the behavior of mind in those moments really is just the way it’s wired, and I can set the anxiety aside. For “How I Met Your Mother” fans, I named my disorder, Patrice. That way I can mentally shout, “Nobody asked you, Patrice!” =)