Running tangled and wild, within and around my Anxiety and Panic is a lively and vile streak of OCD.
While I’ve managed to tamp down on it most times, the OCD still scurries around me, causing mayhem hither and yon.
Recently I’ve found a new way to satisfy the scoundrel: playing Minecraft.
For an hour or two a night, I fold to my obsessive itches and scratch and scratch and scratch.
A thousand blocks might crumble on a block night. A million seeds sown on farming day. A gazillion sheep sheered on ewe night.
Is this good or bad for me?
Don’t know. Not asking.