My Story
I wasn't always a nailbiter, no, that was left to my sister and my nasty class mates. I promised myself I'd never stoop myself to such nasty levels. However when I was roughly 12, the stresses of life and my undiagnosed ADHD kicked in and I sadly upgraded from occasionally picking at my nails to gnawing away at those suckers incessantly.
My dad shared with us a story of how his dad, our grandfather, in an effort of getting his sons to quit, would tell them that it had taken him until the ripe age of 35 to to quit biting his nails. Naturally, my dad thought to himself that he too would easily be able to knock the habit by the time he was 35. 50 years later and he has yet to quit, until I got him on Nail Jail.
My mom, dad, dozens of cousins, most of my classmates, everyone around me succumbed to the horrible habit. Each seeking to calm their own concoction of anxiety, ADHD, and stress, yet none realized the negative and lasting consequences the accumulation of these bites can have on one's health.
Despite trying bitter nail polishes, wearing gloves, using nail files, and practicing "self-imposed" and and even more quote on quote: "self-regulated abstinence", nothing worked. Once those pearly white arches grew back, I'd relapse and undo the days or weeks of progress I'd accomplished in just minutes.
I knew there had to be a better way. Nail Jail is the solution to my years of frustration and inability to kick the habit. By providing a physical barrier to the nail, the user is unable to acess the nail–all the while remaining comfortable and most importantly, virtually invisible to the naked eye.