Have you ever been powerless to an unknown force? Have you ever used your mucles and movements without command? Is there something else that you can't control?
She knows all about it. She knows how it feels. She knows that she doesn't have control over her own hands. She brings them up to her face and claws at the imperfections. She doesn't know how to stop. Her senses and thoughts are consumed into a gross obsession.
She stares at her reflection. She's done it again. The blood trickles down from her forehead.
She's living with dermatillomania.
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Living With Derma
Non-FictionHave you ever been powerless to an unknown force? Have you ever used your mucles and movements without command? Is there something else that you can't control?
