I know this is the aftermath of a bad period, because when the intrusive thoughts happen I can hold on to the shear pain that we endure, and not freak, and sit and smile at the person that hands over my coffee, unaware of the pain behind my smile!!! I love and hate being me, it's like getting an electric shock and not responding to it, and the pain soon fades ...... I'm having a crap time. Thoughts are too much that I don't know the difference between me and real me, which is a big contradiction!!! So I guess I can blame that on the OCD.
Tomorrow is a different day......