Trichotillomania.

Until a few months ago, I couldn't even pronounce this word. I'm not exactly sure why I started pulling in the first place. I was just trimming my split ends one day, and I found a hair that didn't quite "belong". So I yanked it out.

It was all downhill from there.

Wherever I go, I leave behind globs of hair. I pull when I am angry, frustrated, sad, bored... pretty much all the time. When my mom found out, she was FURIOUS. I thought she of all people would understand. But when she sees my hands in my hair, she says, "Why can't you just stop?" or "You can choose to stop pulling out your hair if you want to."

The sad thing is that she's right. I'M the one in control. I'm doing this to MYSELF. I'm just really sorry that I'm not strong enough to quit.