I Thought Climbing Would Make My OCD Worse. Then It Forced Me Out of My Head.

People like to joke that they “have OCD” when they straighten a crooked picture frame or color-code their closet. I’ve heard it at work, in coffee shops, and hanging out with my friends. Someone laughs, “Ugh, my OCD is acting up,” because their notes look messy or their phone apps aren’t arranged just right. The room laughs with them. I usually do, too, out of habit. But every time, something in me curls in on itself, the way a body does when bracing for an impact only it can see coming.

And then there are celebrity moments...