I haven't been feeling well over the last couple of days. I don't know whether this is a factor or it's just coincidence but last night I pulled...a lot! I saw my tweezers and reached for them and for the next half an hour or so, I was like a zombie. This has just happened again today. I picked up my tweezers and that was that. I was aware I had started, I knew I should stop but I just couldn't. Each time I put the tweezers down I just picked them straight up again. This finally came to a natural end and I looked around me and saw my hairs everywhere. When I had long hair, it was like this all the time. If you put your hand on any piece of carpet in my house, you would find my hair. (I hoover 3 times a day too) So it's brought back all kinds of miserable memories for me too. I don't know why it has gotten this bad again but I am going to bin the tweezers. If they aren't here then I can't use them and my hair is too short for me to get at with my hands. I felt like I was in a better place and things were starting to sort themselves out and clearly, I have hit some kind of a snag. I would love to only post positive things here, but it would be pointless as it wouldn't be a true account of someone dealing with Trichotillomania. So here is my tale of TrichTerror for this afternoon! I hope those of you reading this are having a better day and if you aren't, then just remember that tomorrow is a new day as there is no reason that you/we can't start again.
Leanne xxx
Leanne xxx