Yep. This morning I picked at my skin. My son was up early. I realized after sitting on the ground next to his bed nest for awhile that I was picking at little bumps I felt on my lower back. I stopped. But as I sat in our bed with him waiting for him to fall asleep I started picking at the zits on my face. To be honest the only thing going through my head at the time was, "Fuck it. I don't care anymore." My boy slept for an hour and a half, but I could only doze off occasionally and woke frequently.
After I woke up and looked in the mirror, I felt ashamed. My face didn't look at well as it had been looking. Even after all that shame, I found myself picking throughout the day. It looks like I'll have to bring a pair of gloves downstairs so I don't pick at my arms. Another option is long sleeve tops, which is doable. I just need to get focused again.
Hugs. I have been having smoking fail. Did great go a month. Don't give up! I won't either.
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