I still remember the first time I saw it. A little yellow patch at the edge of my big toenail. I didn't think much of it at first. Maybe I'd banged it somehow. Maybe it was just... normal wear and tear.
But over the next few months, it spread. The yellow turned darker. The nail got thicker. And then I started noticing the smell.
That's when the real panic set in.
I remember standing in the shower one morning, looking down at my foot and feeling genuinely frustrated with myself. Not disgust exactly, but frustration at letting it progress this far. At being someone who now searches "how to hide toenail fungus" instead of just fixing the problem.
I tried everything I could find on Reddit, in Boots, on Amazon. Tea tree oil. Vicks VapoRub. Those little paint-on treatments with the fancy brushes that cost £25 and promise "visible results in 4 weeks." I filed the nail down with a Dremel tool I bought off Amazon. I soaked my feet in Listerine, apple cider vinegar, you name it.
Nothing worked. And the worst part? I was too embarrassed to talk about it.
I stopped wearing open-toed shoes. I made excuses to avoid the pool. When friends suggested a spa day, I'd suddenly remember I had "other plans." Even at home, I found myself keeping socks on more than I needed to.
It sounds dramatic, I know. But when you're living with it, it genuinely affects your quality of life. Your confidence. Your freedom. The simple pleasure of not having to think about your feet every time you get dressed.
And the thing is, nobody talks about this openly. It's not something you bring up over coffee with friends. So you suffer quietly. You search online forums late at night. You order products to be delivered in plain packaging and hope nobody asks what's in the box.