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.