I picked the middle finger on my right hand today, which is a big problem area for me. I didn’t have my gloves with me and I felt desperate and out-of-control during a meeting. It’s sad because I had made such progress over the last few days. Now I feel the pain in my finger from the rough skin now exposed. I’m grateful to have feeling in my fingers, this was not always the case, so that itself is important. A really big gift, honestly. I’m starting to reopen the sensations I have in my fingers. There are parts of me I have neglected. Leaning into the possibility that all parts of me are important and worthy of protection and attention.