We got into the apartment today. Everywhere I looked, I felt like there were possible bedbug sources. It made for a not all that fun day. On the other hand, I didn't do any compulsions either. I came home, bringing home quite a few things from the apartment. I'm still wearing the same outfit I wore while I was there, and I plan to take my "contaminated" car to L's house tomorrow.
I'm not feeling great about any of these things, but I did them. At some point, you just have to go for it, so I guess I am.
OCD and Transitions
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