Sometimes I think I have OCD...I obsess on certain things like meds, door being lock, keys on the key holder and not left in the door, I seen I centipede on the wall months ago and for months I look at the walls throughout the day afraid I may see one again, I constantly worried about my 22 year old son, he's a good man, works, have his own apartment ..but I constantly worry about him..I'm a mess.