Oh boy do I relate to that.... it started when I was in the worst of my depression and continued for many months until I finally got brave and started talking to t - that is when it stopped for good. I did it to my scalp mostly. It got to be so bad that when I finally started feeling better and wanted to get a haircut, the gal at the salon refused to touch my hair when she saw the scabs cuz she thought I was diseased. Man, I was a mess back then. So thankful to t for helping me heal. So, so thankful.

Sending hugs....