Hey guys. I've been struggling lately, so I thought "Why not post something on Wattpad?"
So last night, I was watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (great movie btw) and I was pulling of course, and I remember my brother came downstairs to say hello. He saw the hair on the ground, and he started to freak out. Of course, I did too. Not because of the hair on the ground (it was a normal amount for me, but a lot of hair for him) but because he was scared. Afterwards I took a shower to get the loose hairs out and my mom called the family physician to get an appointment.
I honestly feel awful. My depression is skyrocketing, pulling is getting worse. I feel so angry at myself because when I go on really bad pulling sprees like this, my mom will get sick with worry and I just feel like the devil because I'm causing her to be in pain. I'm doing this to her, and I just hate myself for it.
There isn't a bright side to this entry. Sorry guys :P
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My Struggles with Trichotillomania
Non-FictionIf you read my other Trichotillomania book, you'll know that I already posted a chapter about my story. I wanted to make this book to detail my own struggles with this disorder, not others. I will still keep the other book and add to it regularly, b...
