Why the toe you ask?

Well, if i'm really, truly honest with my self probing...it's been the toe for many, many, many moons ....dating back to my adolescent years. That must of been when i first discovered my toes and all the little nooks and crannies. But back then, i only accosted the little guy. My "pinkies" were the victims of my skin picking obsession. I would have NEVER in a million-bazillion years thought that this silly little facination with the widdle bits of flesh at the end of my feet had any deeper messages or indicators of another issue! Seriously, not until my Neighbor Friend (who shall go nameless...and will from here on out be refered to as NF) suggested that it could be an anxiety related disorder! wow! who knew?!? This only surfaced after sharing with her my wounded toe (of last summer) and how i had "helped it" to get into that way bad condition. She gently brought the idea up to me knowing that i was totally open to examining the other layers that might be present. Now, almost a year later and i'm starting to see the truth from that 1st exposure. The unwrapping has just begun.