So, I have dealt with trich for pretty much as long as I can remember. I started pulling my lashes, but escalated to both eyelashes and brows. I remember being so afraid that my mom or dad would see my sparse patches. They meant well, but they would be looking in a way that made me feel so uncomfortable.
Looking back, we both just didn't know what was going on. Now, I am very open about trich, I have no qualms about telling people I have it.
I feel like the more open I am about trichotillomania, and my LONG adversary with depression, maybe I can reach inspire someone that has struggled with it internally to reach out or try to change it.
Obviously, I know that you cannot, in any way shape or form, turn it off. However, I will never forget the internal dialouge with myself when I realized I didn't have to continue to suffer inside. Right then and there I had the ability to make improvements. I didn't HAVE to feel like I was fighting a fight...a war, with no army, and no tools to combat...I could take control.
Granted, I still battle with my long time adversaries, Trich and Depression, but I am in a MUCH more positive place than I was previously.
I learned, to be mindfully aware and ever present. I learned the amazing power of radical acceptance. I learned that I am a truly unique and limitless human being, and that NORMAL is BORING.
So, in my 30th year, I realized that I have a pretty good handle on trichotillomania...NO I AM NOT pull free. In fact, I am pretty lashless and browless as I write this. But!
I. Don't CARE. Not in a way of being ambivalent, but in a way where I live in ultimate acceptance. I can cope. I became a lash and makeup afficianado. I learned how to be a BOSS with a dumb "disorder" like trichotillomania.
So, I recently decided that maybe other people out there can get something out of what I have to offer up. And my new project-baby, PullingTHRU was born.
I would be honored if you, too, wanted to share with me the journey of trichotillomania....
Because we are AWESOME.