I appreciate what Fletcher Wortmann has been through. Boy, do I ever. But as a fellow OCD-sufferer, I felt he didn't come close to letting people know what goes on in our heads. He seemed to give a lot of examples of the types of things people could obsess about without outright saying very much about what he DOES obsess about. He might give a line about it, but he never goes into detail. Maybe, at this stage, he can't do it. Goodness knows there are some things I can't talk about, but there is plenty that I can. If he has gone through all of that incredibly difficult therapy and is now in a place where he can deal with it, it just seems like he should be able to tell us more.
I only felt like I was starting to understand what goes on in his mind in the last couple of chapters, and even then, it was only a tip of the iceberg kind of thing. I suppose, that's all it can ever be; I just wanted a bigger chunk of ice.
Also, his writing felt very pretentious and occasionally condescending. I read a review on another website that said something along the lines of him sacrificing content for the next witty line, and I agree with that. It definitely felt like he was showing off a lot.
And I know this is stupid, and as such, I did not factor it into my rating, but the image on the cover is never tied in to the book. It's an eye-catching image that has nothing to do with anything, unless it is one of those obsessions he never fully explained.