You Are Not Dead, Yet.

George was a brilliant teenager crippled by obsessive-compulsive disorder.

His days revolved around endless hand-washing, hour-long showers, and ritual checking that ruined school, work, and relationships.

Desperate, he told his mother life was unbearable.

In frustration, she snapped, “Then just shoot yourself.”
George took the rifle to the basement and fired a .22 into his brain.

He survived.

The bullet destroyed part of his left frontal lobe, and with it, the crushing compulsions vanished.

For the rest of his life, he lived normally, unobstructed by his disorder.

George is dead.