I do not feel real. Read More »
Today, I saw the doctor. Read More »
Hey, hi, hello there. Without waffling too much like always, here’s a blog post about why Trichotillomania isn’t self harm. You’re welcome.
If you’ve read my posts before, hopefully you’ll be aware (and if you weren’t aware then um… surprise) that I suffer with a disorder called Trichotillomania. This is an Impulse Control Disorder (or ‘ICD’ (not to be confused with the ‘International Classification of Disorders and Diseases’ which is a big ass book about all sorts of stuff)) that causes the sufferer to have the uncontrollable urge to pull out their own hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, etc. Man, that was a mouthful.Read More »
Said to myself I’d start writing more. Well, I say that all the time but I know I’m not going to do as much as I’d like. Said I’d write a blog post every week. Work hard to get this little writing space up to where I’d like to see it. I’ve always set writing goals for myself and never reached them, like a failed new years resolution. However I don’t really mind not keeping it any more.
I was hoping to introduce the topic of depression a bit more stylistically, a bit more carefully on here. In a way that was tasteful, but not romanticizing. Considerate, yet completely honest.Read More »
In reference to my previous post in this (shall I call it a series? Probably not popular enough to be called that but hey ho) series; “Introductions” (click for a link), I have decided to compile a list of all the awkward, embarrassing, sometimes downright offensive, and normal questions that people who suffer with Trich (Trichotillomania) receive.Read More »
(This may well be a bit TMI for some people. If you’re not mature enough to talk about contraception or “Girl Stuff” without being a dick, please just don’t read this at all. Thanks.)
After struggling my whole life to take pills like painkillers, I didn’t think that taking The Contraceptive Pill was going to be much different. And it wasn’t. Even though the Pill is literally the smallest thing ever, I struggled with swallowing it. It wasn’t for me. But, as people close to me (mainly women, would you believe) told me, I needed some kind of safety method.Read More »
It feels like for the longest time now, I’ve just not stopped?
Not in the way of ‘I’ve not slept in weeks’ or ‘I’ve been incredibly busy doing this huge personal project’ or anything massive like that. It just kind of feels like for a few months now, I haven’t really let myself think.
I don’t tend to be alone very much any more. I don’t tend to sit and do nothing much. I keep myself extremely busy. And there is a reason for this.Read More »