I’m just as passionate about watching movies as I am about reading books, and one of my favorite movies is Phoebe in Wonderland. If you’ve seen the movie and you know my struggle with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), it shouldn’t surprise you that I’m slightly obsessed with this movie. Phoebe is a nine year-old girl who has OCD tendencies and, by the end of the movie, is diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome (TS) – or as Phoebe says, “Gilles de la Tourette  syndrome. It’s a beautiful name, I think.” I’ve watched this movie countless times, watching Phoebe, relating most to her character as I remember my own childhood; but seeing pieces…

Some things are just not laughable. For instance, I have chronic migraines. I have yet to find a reason to laugh about that…I don’t cry about it either because that just makes it worse. But, OCD is different, at least to me.  OCD is something I’ve shed many tears over, but in an effort to live a somewhat peaceful life with this pesky roommate that resides in my head, I’ve also learned to laugh. Let me give you an example. One evening we watched Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows with our kids. Then, right before bed, Chad and I watched an old episode of the X-Files. So, that night…