The nonsensical nature of OCD

I often find myself confused on how I can be so completely preoccupied by an anxiety, so convinced that my entire life will be turned upside down. I spend my time thinking about outlandish worries for which there’s no evidence or basis in reality that said worries will ever come to pass, yet I keep ruminating despite knowing how illogical it all is.

No matter how hard I try to make the irrational anxiety stop, it doesn’t listen. I know my anxieties are nonsensical, but they persist. This illness is stupid as hell.