What its Like ( i cant remember that face)

Sometimes I think I'm going crazy. My illness preys on the things I value most which is so often the special time with my family. The quiet moments(painting with my daughter, practicing soccer with my oldest, reading a book with one of my kids, playing rescue heroes with my little guy, talking with my wife)the small things that most people take for granted, but someone who suffers from OCD like me cherishes. Last week I was away with my oldest son for a few days to visit my parents in Florida which was a magical opportunity to enjoy our time together. And believe me it was so wonderful, but mixed within this time, I was trapped spending countless hours trying to visualize a meaningless face and could not let myself relax until I came up with it. I came home and told my wife, as it is both embarrasing and inconceivable that someone could waste as much time and energy on something this ludicrious. To have such anxiety associated with something so absurd....Wow....But hey that's the reality of the illness and I'm not running from it and not scared to talk about it.