Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) plagued me from the age of six. And, in fact, plagues me until I discovered meditation. While many like to joke about having OCD, my diagnosis was one I tried to hide, feeling ashamed of it as I grew up. Doctors tried to figure out how a child could be such a perfectionist and obsessive clean freak, but I lived with this reality knowing nothing different. As far as I knew, the way my brain worked was normal; productivity should have been everyone’s top concern (as far as I was concerned). Meditation saved me from OCD thoughts.