Plus, I Have Trichotillomania And My Life Has Been Consumed By The Quest To 'Stop Pulling'
I remember how I just needed ten minutes. Ten minutes to let myself feel tired and scared and sad. Ten minutes to let myself break down and fall apart—because I knew I wouldn't give myself the chance again. My husband and my kids would need me to be their steady presence in the darkness that was coming for our family. |
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 | As I have been pulling off and on for the last 24 years of my life, I really don't remember life before trich. | | |
 | I don't have a lot of free time now, but the time I have is my own. No longer do I factor in his plans, his family or his friends. |
| |  | How their older kiddo, son Strummer, is taking the arrival of their new family member. | | |
 | So, who cares if our thighs create a little friction when we're walking for a while? Or our stomach folds over our belt when we sit down? |
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"My daughter has special needs. She is READING! I don't talk about her struggles to protect her privacy but I had to share with someone. So proud." |
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