I was looking at my nails and thinking about how lovely they are. I always wanted to have a nice nails, like my mom, and now I do. But I was reminded even more of what I have overcome, how I rewrote my old stories, decided who I am now, and practiced being her until I became her. How I have expanded into this woman I really like, and continue to care for her. I used to struggle with anxiety, and now, on the rare occasions when it comes to visit, I just handle it. But when anxiety was more powerful than me, I would bite my nails. I would also drink, smoke, do the occasional hard drugs, and boy did I eat, to compensate for the overwhelming fear of sitting with anxiety and hearing what it was trying to tell me so it could simmer down. Now that I’m friends with anxiety, and we just kind of hang out every now and then, I no longer do things or use things to escape. And these lovely nails are a joyful reminder of the work that I’ve done to be here now. They might break sometimes, but I never do. #emotionaleatingrecovery #bingeeatingrecovery #empowermentcoach #nomoreanxiety #iamsafe