OCD takes the joy out of everything.

I thought when I learned what was going on with me it'd help, but instead I just see everywhere that it affects me. I had two hang outs this weekend with people and it's in every micro interaction. It's exhausting. It should've been a good weekend and instead it's just a reminder of how much work I have to do to just "be". I'm just so tired. I want one thing to go well once without it casting a pall.