“So, you have like a nervous thing, right? You’re chewing yourself.” I’ve always known that I had a cheek biting habit, however, those words sashaying off my dentist’s lips were like a long, slow clap in an empty cathedral.
Determined to defeat this manic culprit, I decided to monitor how many times my tongue massaged my cheek today so that I could tracked the muscular, waltz-like hunt. I won’t state how many times teeth met flesh, for sake of sparing you, the reader of this blog, repulsive disgust.
So, I, Misty Miller, in sound mind and body, admit that I am a chronic cheek biter seeking recovery. Talking all suggestions!