I have to admit, I'm close to tears reading this. Occasionally, I find a post on here that I say "this describes me to a tee," on, but this is the ultimate one. The horrible guilt. The knowledge that you actually let your obsessions take you over sometimes, because you can't face the rest of the world, or you actually use it sometimes to get attention, which makes me feel like the biggest monster in history. The constant questioning of whether or not you are a terrible person. The way other emotional issues fueled even greater obsessions, and behaviors. The slight jealousy or outrage someone else could be stealing your thunder when they show signs of the same illness (for me, it was my cousin). But most of all, the inescapable feeling that you are a terrible person. I just....wow.

I don't know what to say to all this. Just...I get it. I get it so very much.