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There have been lots of times in the past when I've resented my mind, but lately I've become a little more fond of it. I have a sharp imagination and before developing OCD my trains of thought were frequently compelling and enjoyable. In a strange way, it feels kind of right that my brain would be able to create both beautiful and terrifying things for me. Like a gift and a curse to balance each other out. It makes me feel a bit better about my own mind to think of it in that way, although having this condition is still uniquely awful and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

I used to think this way until I learned that it’s futile. I can’t help what my brain does due to my mental illnesses but I *can* control my reaction.

Yes! I feel like if there was another life I must have been a terrible person to deserve such a broken messed up brain. I have OCD and also think I have aspergers. No one deserves such a burden.