u/Dear_Tomorrow_5007

I’ve struggled with warts for a while. I used to have some on my hands that i’ve had successfully frozen off when I was younger. However, my left foot has the mother of all warts that is so incredibly stubborn.

I’ve been to the dermatologist many times for this patch of warts on the heel of my left foot. Unfortunately, I have extremely sensitive skin and i’m also a baby when it comes to pain so the derm started getting quite rude to me towards my treatment not going as well as I had hoped. The derm honestly made me feel like this wart would never go away which is devastating for me because it affects my self esteem so poorly. I am 20F and I never ever go barefoot, the thought of someone seeing my foot makes me feel sick because it’s so nasty and ugly. Needless to say, I’ve stopped going back to that derm.

I’ve seen some progress using compound W but it is so frustrating that it still looks like it’s spreading and getting bigger. What should I use? I’m about willing to do absolutely anything. Also, what do I do to help with the pain of the wart and during treatment? I’m walking with a bit of a limp currently as putting pressure on it hurts so bad. I work in a grocery store so I’m standing for my whole shift which is excruciating.

I need help. I’m feeling so defeated, this wart has been there for years and for all kinds of treatments. Please, be kind in the comments I am so self conscious about this whole situation. Any advice would help, thank you in advance.

I (20F, not sure if that matters but wtv) have been going through it lately. My life has been a lot of bad news just piling up on top of the last one. My mom and I are getting evicted and because us moving we have to re-home my dog (he’s going to a good home of someone we know, i promise), my grandfather is back in the hospital for the third time in six months, and my mom has been having health issues. Needless to say, it’s a lot and it’s extremely overwhelming.

For some background, I consider myself faithful. I believe in God and Jesus, I was baptized the day before I turned 18. My relationship with God hasn’t been the easiest, I was raised agnostic and then was roped into attending my high schools youth group where I started thinking about my beliefs. Personally, I consider myself a Christian but I am a progressive if that matters.

Anyways, today was a rough one. My mom spent most of the day on the phone with doctors at the hospital and it’s not sounding like things are gonna improve anytime soon. When I left for work, I was angry at the world. I wanted to stay in bed and not do anything until something fixed itself in my life. I was driving to work and I was thinking in my head how mad I was at God. I was thinking “Why is God doing this?” and “God please just give me a break”. I was fighting tears as I clocked in for my shift.

I work at a grocery store in the self checkout area, so it’s common for me to pick up lost items on the ground or left on registers. I noticed a necklace laying on the ground so I stopped and picked it up. Out of curiosity, I flipped it over to read what was on the pendant. It was a pendant of Saint Christopher that said “Saint Christopher Protect Us”. I took a photo of it on a whim before I handed it into customer service. As I’m walking back to self checkout, it dawns on me what the necklace was. It is a Catholic saint, known as “the bearer of Christ” that came across my path after I was just praying for God to help me. I don’t know much about Catholicism or saints in general, so I looked it up. Saint Christopher is meant as a divine protection and a pendant is often used as a symbolism for safe traveling or adventures. If that is not a direct sign from God, I don’t know what is.

This genuinely has me rattled to the core because today was the hardest i’ve had in a while and my mental health has been steadily declining lately. Seeing this meant a lot to me. I texted my old youth group leader to tell her and she texted me back something incredibly sweet, which I needed to hear since I haven’t talked to her in a bit.

I definitely believe in signs from God or the Universe, but this was just insane. I felt the need to come here and share it because the timing could not have been more perfect. I know things will get better from here. God always provides and is there for us, even when we’re mad at him.

(Thank you if you read through this whole thing, I know it’s incredibly long)

Warts on my foot destroy my mental health