For about the past decade, I’ve suffered with a disorder called Trichotillomania. Here’s the NHS definition if you want to know more about it, and here and here are my past posts about the subject, if you want to know more from the horse’s mouth (or mine. whichever).
I’m not going to spend time explaining the whole thing again, so if you don’t already know, then do some learnin’, then come back to me. If you have any questions about Trich, mental health, or just want to chat, send me a comment.
Until then, here are the Five Unexpected Benefits of Having Trichotillomania…
Following yesterday’s post all about the resolutions I set at the end of 2015 for the year ahead of me, and how I succeeded in those, I would like to start the new year off in exactly the same way as everyone else: with some resolutions.Read More »
I thought it was about time that I got back to writing about That Thing That I Have, because I sort of ignored it on the blog for a little while I was trying to get my name out there, blogging-wise.But I suppose that if you’re sort of ignoring the reason you started blogging in the first place, then you might as well not be doing it at all. Or something.Read More »
I’ve spent most of this morning (it’s currently just gone midday) in bed, either on my phone, or stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the outside world by pulling the covers over my head and pretending that nothing else exists. And a large portion of my mind is still screaming at me to do that.
They say “time heals all wounds” and, as much as it sucks to say, it really does. This applies to both the physical and the psychological. I mean, if you lose a leg you’re probably not getting that one back. But after some time, it won’t be bleeding any more. That’s kind of what I’m getting at here.Read More »