Opened my eyes
Posted August 10th, 2012 by Islet
Just recently came to terms with the fact that I have a problem. I am 16 years old and I have been picking my feet for years, and always just looked at it like a unattractive habit. but being that it was in an unobvious place, no one ever knew about it. I thinks that's why I started with my feet, I wanted to hide my compulsion. The bleeding heels, the scabs, and the scars. But it seemed so insignificant compared to what I had done before, the other things I had struggled with. For over six years I have dealt with an anxiety disorder and depression. It gradually became an eating disorder rooted in body dysmorphia. I started the picking about two years ago. It started as just barely tearing the surface, and became peeling off layers and layer or skin on my foot. Ripping at the raw flesh until it bled. I am finally realizing that I need to find a new way, a healthier way to deal with my anxiety. I need a safer way to deal with my anxiety. I have been seeing a therapist-- but I haven't brought this up. Can anyone provide me with some ways they made it through each day dealing with this?