One of the factors that feeds into my depression is stress. Over the last 6 weeks, a lot of that stress had disappeared. Other stresses have come into play, but different stresses mean different pressure.
The bad stresses have significantly lessened and I’m getting some unexpected benefits. The lumps on my face have lessened and are way less itchy, and more impressive, I’ve stopped biting my nails.
Nail biting probably seems insignificant to most people, but it’s a bugbear of mine because I’ve been biting my nails all my life and had sort of got to the point of expecting to always have ugly bitten down nails. When I say bitten, I do mean bitten right back, as in going into the nail bed to where it bleeds.
But now I’ve stopped, I’ve got nails. Tiny nails admittedly, not even long enough to reach the tips of my fingers, but longer than I’ve managed in the last 50 years. (Yes I’m 50 years ancient)
It a small, silly thing, but I’m happy with it. It’s a positive to take from what’s happened, and it’s always good to take a positive where you can find one.
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