My JourneyThe first time I could remember consciously pulling, I was sitting in my tenth grade honors history class. That was the first pile I had accumulated, but not the last. I shrugged off this weird habit for about a year, until I realized it wasn't going anywhere.
I tried everything I could think of to stop. Wearing gloves, not sitting on the couch, making an effort to think about it, the works. Here I am, 6 years later, still pulling.
It is truly surreal sometimes. It's like blacking out, you simply do not remember when you are having a pulling fit, until you pick up the huge pile underneath you so no one sees. I want to do all the cute hairstyles on Pinterest, or have people touch my hair like everyone else.
I hope one day I will have the ability to use my education to do research for this disease. There will be a cure, I will personally make sure of that. In the meantime, we will cope and keep trying our best to stop. To be normal.