Trichotillomania
- LECTURES 62
- Votes 6
- Chapitres 2
Does anyone here experience the same thing as me? The tendency to pull your hair in the conscious and unconscious state. If so, I welcome you to read this book. Based on my true story. And the expression of heart of the Trichotillomania patients :)
You're not alone. As a patient of Trichotillomania, without seeing any psychiatrist. An unspeakable heart.
Read this book, and we fight this together okay?
❤️
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