Oh, thank God! I heard back from my dad again. Apparently, he got mixed up and thought that when I referred to the document attached to the e-mail I was referring to the link to the Padua Inventory, when in fact, I was referring to a document in which I had typed up about four pages worth of my obsessive-compulsive thoughts and behaviors.

He just missed the attachment. He apologized–which wasvery big of him and I really appreciate it. And he seems to think that I have OCDand is offering good advice.

Funny thing; this is going to sound crazy, but I'll give it a go anyway. Yesterday when I e-mailed my parents to tell them about my OCD, I was really nervous and anxious. It took me quite awhile of working on the e-mail and document, etc. to get it sent. But I was determined to do it. Then I went outside to feed my dogs. By now it was dark. I'd been praying this whole time. Now I was starting to feel better in the moment. I got the dog food from the shed and turned around just in time to see the brightest shooting star I have ever seen. It took my breath away. See, crazy as it may sound, shooting stars have always been a thing with me and God–just a sign that He's with me, you know? Not that that's what it means every time I see one, but it seems just when I'm feeling the most discouraged, He sends one–or rather, He gets me to look when there's one. But He also waits 'til I'm willing to trust Him without it. I just felt that my God was telling me "It's going to be OK."

And He's right. I'm so glad I told my parents.