This is a huge deal. I started biting my nails (gross I know) when I was 12 years old. I stopped for a few years until this past January maybe when things started going to hell. Then I had them torn WAY down. They were SUPER gross.
I just noticed this past week that I had stopped biting them. I looked down and there were white crescents on my nails and I freaked. Pretty soon I will have to break out the file and I will get to paint them!
I have so many colors of fun polish just waiting to come out of hibernation. I’m beyond excited.
This is a silly recovery thing, but I’m sure those of you with Bipolar Disorder can relate to how this illness takes a toll on your body as well as your mind. My nails are somewhat symbolic of the state of my mind at the moment. Tenuously recovering.