Keep Going.Hey everyone.
I know I already posted my official story on here, but I wanted to say something else...
Trich. has been such a huge part of my life for a very long time. I'm so used to my hair pulling that it's become a regular routine part of my day. Everyone who is afflicted with the illness knows how horrible/humiliating/frustrating/shameful it is and I empathize with every single one of you. My heart breaks when I read all of your stories on here. All of you have this defeated tone about your words. Like Trich. has already beat you down and you've given up. It's as though Trich. has the upper hand. But, guys, hear me when I say this:
I KNOW how it feels to have this huge burden on your shoulders because you feel as if you can't tell anyone about this "weird" thing you do.
I KNOW how it feels to tell yourself- "Just one more..."- and then the frustration that follows when you find your fist full.
I KNOW the feeling of hopelessness and depression and embarrassment when you're caught pulling, like you've just been caught committing a crime.
I KNOW the crazy mix of emotions when you finally do tell someone and the look on their face scares the crap out of you.
I know the urges, the relief, the guilt and ALL the other crap that comes along with this seemingly unbeatable disease.
I've been there and I'm STILL there!
But, I am telling you...
There is hope.
There is acceptance where you least expect it.
There may not be an available medication to treat Trich. or even a quick fix worth trying,
But guys, do NOT let this one obstacle get in your way. Don't let Trich. rule your emotions or instincts. Fight against it.
Don't let yourself be defeated or broken.
Don't let yourself feel ugly, because you're not.
You are beautiful.
You are strong.
You are necessary.