I said "I'm not defined by my illness." But I kind of defined myself with my illness. And I wonder if things will ever be like they were or if people can ever look at me the same. I wonder if I know how to function with my weird truth "out there." I guess I kind of feel watched, like very thing I do will have this thing attached to it, this sign, "She has OCD..." And that it's distracting now and my life can't be lived pure and uninhibited as I try to ignore my illness and live despite of it b