Can I complain a little? To make it sound better, I'll call it "venting" rather than complaining, ok?
I've made progress with fighting my OCD. A lot of progress. I still have OCD though. I suspect I always will, and I'm ok with that, believe it or not. Well, most of the time, I'm ok with that. Because I've come a long way in my recovery, and depression is not the large ball and chain in my life that it used to be, I think people around me forget that I still live with a mental illness. I don't forget though. I never can forget because it won't let me. I suspect a lot of you can relate to this too. Forgetting isn't an option for us, try as we might.
Recently, someone challenged me to do something that I had been able to do in the past. However, on this particular day, I just couldn't really do it. "But you were able to do it before." Ugh. Yes, I know but that doesn't mean that I can always do it. Some days I have the strength to do it, and some days it's just easier to do it. Other days, well, not so much. I don't think I should use this as an excuse to not try. I know I should always still try to fight the compulsions. Sometimes, though, it's just harder than at other times.
I know this person meant no harm in what they said. I'm sure my behaviors and thought patterns are confusing to anyone who doesn't have OCD. They're confusing to me! I'm not upset with this person. I get it. Just another day in the world of OCD land.