The end is where it all began. It was what I perceived to be the end. I lost all will to live. Wanted to die but not kill myself. What I wanted dead was the pain, the discomfort, the thoughts, the exaggerations, the intrusive ideas that were akin to bolts of lighting hitting suddenly without prior warning. Up till then I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I thought it was normal. It was anything but. That day I decided I needed help; it was my last resort. Since that day a lot has happened, most importantly I discovered I loved puns no matter how silly they are. Puns blow my mind. I will be posting puns, anecdotes, as well as short narrations, that relate to any topic as well as my journey through OCD. I hope this sheds light on mental illness issues as they are – to a certain extent – still a taboo topic in our community. I hope I can make you piss your PUNtaloons.