Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.


this is really selfish but

why can’t mental illness be like any other kind of sickness where you go to hospital and your loved ones come and give you flowers and tell you that they love you and hold your hand and make sure you get better

why doesn’t that happen instead of awkward silences and embarrassing tears and messy bedsheets and a bunch of other stuff no one actually talks about

w h y

I can’t find a single selfish thing in that.

(Source: l1berum)

kimberlystallone: I'm a film student shooting a short documentary on trich as a final project. I suffer from trich myself. My intent is to raise awareness and dispel misconceptions associated with it. I'd like to hold a Skype interview (audio only) with anyone who has dealt with trich firsthand. I'll respect wishes to remain anonymous, but I'd appreciate photos/quotes from your blog that you'd like to contribute. I understand if you're uncomfortable participating. Let me know if you'd like to work with me.

This sounds like a really good idea, I’d love to get involved. I don’t think I have any photos but I’d be happy with doing a Skype interview. Just message me when you’d like to sort something out or if there’s anything in particular you’re looking for and I’d be more than glad to help.

— J.E. (via le-coeur-retreci)

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Okay, is it usual trich behavior to want to pull the hair of others? Because I do that. Have done so for as long as I’ve had trich. If there’s an eyelash that’s hanging lower than all the others I have to get it. And if an eyebrow hair is sticking up or straight out I need to remove it. My friends have actually been really cool about that fact over the years. Though I do have a friend that will dileberately fuck his eyebrows up and refuse to let me get them to piss me off. Haha. But if I don’t get it? I start getting super anxious and I can’t look the person in the face… kinna awkward. Is this normal?

I get urges to pull hairs with some parts appearing to be thicker than others, which usually happens if they’re twisted in some way, or just thick hairs in general. Whenever I’m talking to someone and I see hairs like that it’s really frustrating.

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It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.

This may have just changed my life.


Note: The cure for asthma is not, “Just breathe!”, and the cure for cancer is not, “Stop growing those cells!” Similarly, the cure for depression is not, “Just be happier!”, and the cure for anxiety is not, “Stop worrying so much!” These are not phases of life for teenagers and the weak-minded - they are serious and chronic medical illnesses.

Reblogging this every time I see it.

(Source: vangoghsdaughter)

I’ve had trichotillomania since I was about 9 or 10. Pulling my hair out was just a habit I developed when sitting in front of the TV. My mom noticed me pulling once. She never spoke of it again. I started to notice that I had bald spots on the top of my head. I started pulling at the sides of my head, but because I have to wear my hair in a bun for ballet it was still noticeable. People often asked me about it, rudely pointed it out like I had no idea it was there, stared at it, or made fun of it. I had tried many times to stop pulling but all attempts had failed. My mom noticed it and brought me to specialists, thinking my hair was just falling out. I put different chemicals on my scalp, took the most disgusting herbal medicines imaginable, and lied to professionals when they asked me if I ever pull my hair out. In the summer of 2011, I was looking through PostSecret on a Sunday morning. I saw a postcard with a hair taped to it that read “the last time I will ever pull”. I was shocked, to say the least. I searched for “pulling hair out” on Google and found out about trichotillomania. I think the worst thing about this disorder is that so many people don’t know about it. I went for about two years not knowing what it was, thinking I was just some weirdo with no excuse for my habit.

On the 28th of May 2012, the first day of my 1st Year summer exams, I decided to stop pulling. Every time I thought of pulling, I told myself “you’re better than this”, and it worked. I still occasionally play with my hair, but I haven’t deliberately pulled a hair from my head for 309 days. That’s 10 months and 4 days. Just like giving up smoking (as I have heard), the first three days or so were the hardest. If you can make it through a week, you can make it through a year. 

The only person I’ve told about it is my best friend. We became friends at the start of First Year after discovering each other’s love for The Beatles. She occasionally asked me about the tufts of hair growing out from the side of my head, but unlike other people, she respected my decision to not talk about it. On the 19th of March 2013, the day of our school tour to a Mosque and Croke Park, we were eating lunch in a shopping centre. She told me about her phobia of being alone in public. I could tell it was a hard thing to do. So, for the first time, I opened up about my disorder. I thought she would laugh at me or think it was weird. It was exactly the opposite. She told me it’s okay and how strong she thinks I’ve been since I’ve given up. I really couldn’t ask for a better friend.

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