I'm a nail picker here! Lately, though, for some odd reason, I've stopped. I honestly cannot tell you how or why, but my nails actually need to be filed lately (as opposed to them being picked down to the tips of my fingers, often to the point of pain).
I'm trying to remember if I've read that book by Sarah Clarkson. I do remember reading an article she wrote about her OCD diagnosis and experience, which I appreciate so much. I haven't seen very many people write about their experience with OCD, and I'm still trying to figure out just what/how much to write about mine. I'll say, though, that the biggest piece of my OCD has been my nasty inner critic. He is Javert from Les Miserables, because he is the enemy of mercy and grace, and is relentless in his dogged pursuit of my destruction.
Oh, yes, I call my OCD the Karen in My Brain. I feel certain the nail-biting began as a symptom of my OCD, but because I’ve done it for so long it’s now just a terrible habit no matter how I’m feeling.
I don't know if there is a patron saint for nail biting BUT my saint is Saint Genevive. Genevive
is patron saint of women and natural disasters (fitting for me)....Im sure nail biting falls under her umbrella. She's got you!
Sarah's book is so beautiful -- so glad you came across it. Been delighted to follow you on Substack this year, Wendi, a very merry Christmas!! 🥰
The feeling is very mutual, Katie! Thank you! Merry Christmas! 🎄
I'm a nail picker here! Lately, though, for some odd reason, I've stopped. I honestly cannot tell you how or why, but my nails actually need to be filed lately (as opposed to them being picked down to the tips of my fingers, often to the point of pain).
I'm trying to remember if I've read that book by Sarah Clarkson. I do remember reading an article she wrote about her OCD diagnosis and experience, which I appreciate so much. I haven't seen very many people write about their experience with OCD, and I'm still trying to figure out just what/how much to write about mine. I'll say, though, that the biggest piece of my OCD has been my nasty inner critic. He is Javert from Les Miserables, because he is the enemy of mercy and grace, and is relentless in his dogged pursuit of my destruction.
A Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Oh, yes, I call my OCD the Karen in My Brain. I feel certain the nail-biting began as a symptom of my OCD, but because I’ve done it for so long it’s now just a terrible habit no matter how I’m feeling.