Mien; Bearing
I have been living with severe Pure O OCD for 2 years now, just after I got off of drugs. In just one of my many attempts at peace of mind, I drove to a building downtown and opened the door to an elaborate office, where I met a woman who does brain scans with those weird electrode caps. She gave me a therapy session after the brain scan, in which she asked me to close my eyes and picture my anxiety when it's at its worst. (She also told me to stop listening to rock and take up smooth jazz... haaa.)
