A few years ago, I filled out by birth date details into a "numerology calculator" that would, supposedly, tell me all about my personality and the state of my life from these, actually pointless, numbers. Of course, if you're into numerology, I mean no harm or offence. However, this website was barely functional, and frankly, … Continue reading Do I Really Want Out of My Disorder?
As I sit in the general practitioner’s room, I scratch at the frayed material of the seat beneath me and hear my heartbeat in my ears as I wait to finally, finally be fixed. The mental health consultant I’m seeing has been assigned to me through a series of phone calls, appointments, and waiting lists. … Continue reading My Doctor Had to Google My Disorder (or ‘Why Having Trichotillomania Sucks’)
As most of those around me know, I'm having quite a hard time as of late. I'm finding it fairly difficult to do the life thing, as it were. Getting up, going out, getting my head around the fact that living is something I have to do, is actually quite hard. And if you've been … Continue reading 6 Suprising Side Effects of Depression
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 … Continue reading The 5 Unexpected Benefits of Having Trichotillomania // A Beginner’s Guide to a Trichy Life
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 … Continue reading Trichotillomania & Cover Up Tips! // Blogmas Day 6
I do not feel real. What a ridiculous thing to say, I know. But I can't escape the feeling that something is definitely, definitely wrong. I feel spaced out. I feel dissociative. I feel wrong. I'm not sure what to go about calling it, just all I know is that I feel like my hands … Continue reading End of Reality
Today, I saw the doctor. There aren't many things I get anxious about any more. As a child I believe I suffered with anxiety quite badly, but as I've grown up I've sort of... grown away from it. But the one thing that never fails to make me want to run screaming and have … Continue reading Help Is a Four-Letter Word.