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.
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.
As most of those around me know, I’m having quite a hard time as of late.
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 explainingContinue 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 inContinue reading “Trichotillomania & Cover Up Tips! // Blogmas Day 6”
I do not feel real.
Today, I saw the doctor.