Echoes.

I don’t have any cuticles at the moment.
I’ve yanked them all out.
Not on purpose.
Some people bounce their legs up and down.  (I do that too.)
Some people flip their hair.
Some people thrum their fingers.
Some of the younger set pick their nose or suck their thumbs.
I apparently pull my cuticles out.

No.
It’s not quite like it sounds. 
Thanks for asking but I’m not a masochist.
I’m just a naturally jittery person.
In a naturally jittery family.
With a naturally stressful lifestyle, as anyone in this industry can tell you.

But I’m feeling much better than I have been.
I stepped up to the plate, put on my big girl pants and embraced some changes that this marital life is bringing me.

And by embraced I mean was dragged kicking and screaming the entire way.

But, the hard part of this particular subject is over.
I found a solution, found the motivation to WORK on the solution and because of this, I’m able to breathe a bit easier today.

The thing about living with anxiety is that it’s not something people CHOOSE to have.
You don’t decide you want to worry about every ridiculous moment and live the rest of your life that way.
It doesn’t just mean you’re worried.
Everyone worries.
But most people don’t worry during EVERY cognitive moment… even regarding things that have no concrete definition or design.

So making sure to monitor your anxiety and being mature and responsible enough to seek help is a good thing.
Because you don’t NEED cuticles.
But you do need sleep.  And teeth that aren’t ground down to nubs. 

I guess what I’m saying is that this is Lish’s public service announcement to play it smart.
Know your body.
Know your mind.
And for heaven’s sake, don’t be an ignorant dumbass about getting help.