I was on some things a couple of years ago but they were for anxiety and depression. I was just self diagnosing basically and the doctor gave it to me. I got pregnant and quit taking them. Nothing really helps much. I'm trying something tonight which worked sort of in that I haven't had to do my ritual. My thoughts were flitting all over like they do and came to rest, very briefly, on that ceiling fan again and I for some dumb reason and I figure at least I know it's dumb BUT I had a brief vision of my son's head there and OMG what if that ceiling fan somehow affects him and he can't learn in school anymore or whatever. Then I stopped and went back and envisioned just the ceiling fan...nothing more. I imagined it for what it was...helped a bit. I'm still fighting the urge to get that "magic, invisible" eraser and banish it from my thoughts. It just comes back though. I keep telling myself that.