Well it’s a new year and hopefully new me, so I thought I would finally reach out and look for other fellow skin pickers like myself. Reading this forum has made me feel so much more human, in a strange way. Before, I felt like I was the only one out there that experienced this Ferris wheel of emotions. My thoughts became trapped in my mind and festered away until I had to give in and pick at my arms again. But seeing all of you, going through the same thing, it makes me feel hopeful for once in a very long time. So as I am new to the forum, I thought I would take this moment of courage to tell you all my story, as no one besides my family knows of it. Starting sophomore year of high school I began feeling an urge to pick at the bumps on my arms. I didn’t think anything of it, and neither did my parents. I thought I had it all under control, yet as the months passed I began to feel possessed by this feeling to destroy my skin. The scars started to form, along with my need to constantly wear long sleeves, even in the heat of the summer. More than anything, I was embarrassed. I still am, when I have a track or cross country meet and am forced to act calm as my team mates observe my bare, scabbed arms. My mom attempted to find me a therapist, yet many of you probably understand how difficult it is to find the right person for you. I began to feel absolutely disgusted with myself and my thoughts. I felt like I was outside of my body, screaming at myself to stop, yet not being able to control my actions. It became unbearable, until I finally found an amazing therapist who was able to help me without the need for asinine “worksheets.” Now, I still feel urges, yet they are more of a knocking on a window than a shattering of glass feeling. And although I still have scars on my arms, and probably always will, I don’t feel ashamed for what I did. I instead for proud of the thing that I’ve stopped in these past months. So now, as I begin to finish on my senior year of high school, I hope to continue healing as I prepare for college, and although my mind still sometimes becomes an uncontrollable wildfire, I hope to be able to put it out when necessary. Well, that was my long first entry, but please feel welcome to share your stories with me. I have no one to discuss this issue with, and I know hearing your all’s journeys will help to make me no longer feel alone. Thank you.