I'd had a hair-pulling episode. I’d like to tell you that I have them once in a blue moon, but I’d be lying. The truth is I have one about once a week, and they can last hours.

This week, I'm breaking down some of the most common questions and statements that people with trichotillomania do not like to hear.

I wanted nothing more than to go cold turkey with my pulling. With every hair I pulled I thought to myself, "this will be the last hair ever I pull." Twenty years of trichotillomania later, I can definitively say that there has been no "last hair."

Giving thanks isn't just reserved for the fourth Thursday in November anymore. Gratitude should be a part of your daily life.

I can’t give you the secret tip to stop pulling, because I haven’t found one yet. I can help you change the way you view your trich, so your disorder isn’t a point of shame and embarrassment.

This week's blog is the second in a two-part series about staring at people who look "different." People with trichotillomania (or any hair loss) are often on the receiving end of those uncomfortable glances.

We’ve all done it. We see someone who looks “different” and we stare a little longer than we’d like to admit.

As I've started talking to people about trichotillomania, I've noticed there are a lot of misconceptions and myths about the disorder out there.

I’ve gotten a lot of questions these past few weeks about trichotillomania, so this week’s blog goes into the basics of the hair-pulling disorder.

I had one New Years resolution for 2018 - to stop pulling my eyelashes. We’re halfway into March, and I can say that allergy season has bested me once again in this battle. 

“How do you keep your hair pulling under control?” 

Up until recently, I believed my deepest (and I mean deepest) and darkest secret was my trichotillomania. I always shied away from questions or conversations surrounding secrets as a child.

I shaved my head a month ago! After turning off the camera, sweeping up all my hair, and coming to terms with the fact that my hair wasn’t coming back anytime soon, my experience as a bald-headed woman quickly became centered around the sensation of having a naked scalp.