I went through all of Thursday without pulling. It only happened one time, and I caught it right away. (I'm kind of angry with myself for letting it happen even that first time, though). This is the first time since freshman year of college that I have gone a day having not pulled ( Read more... )

So, in the most simplest of terms: Today sucked. Hardcore.

Class selection was today, and homerconnect, the system we use to register for classes failed me once again. I got my two writing classes, the ones that were almost full, so okay, cool. But I didn't get my English class (wasn't gonna happen... -_-;; I have to override it) nor did I get my ( Read more... )

All of a sudden, just in the past couple of hours, it's gotten really bad and I can't figure out why. But I really need to stop it because I can feel it thinning out and my scalp is starting to hurt. For some reason I just can't stop tonight, and it's disturbing me. I'm trying to stop, but I can't, and I can't even figure out why it's happening ( Read more... )

I did it. I read my trich paper in Personal Essay class this morning. I stood up and I read the paper. I was mortified. .___.; But once I started reading it I was able to zone out and sort of read it as if it were in my head. I was so scared though. I kept feeling my stomach drop each time it was one turn closer to reading mine ( Read more... )

Some days it just really sucks to be a girl. I'm pretty sure I don't need to explain myself. I've got a headache and I feel really lazy. Gah... but there's a commission sitting on my desk that I still need to finish and mail out tomorrow. ;_; And I need to be reading The Bluest Eye for Approaches to Literary Study, and read it closely, because it ( Read more... )

So I have determined that I should keep my fucking mouth shut in my Approaches class. Every time I say something it's not what other people think, especially not my professor. What I like, she hates; any point or impression that comes out of my mouth is immediately critiqued or straight up wrong. It would be in my best interest to just not say shit ( Read more... )

Or rather, end of week three. I've been doing okay on the pulling front, though yesterday and the day before were bad days. And I can't really go running around school, because it's weird and I don't like the gym. ;_; Bah. I think the midterm I had in my worst class is what got me freaked out, though. So at least I know what?
Being home was very ( Read more... )

I've been doing really well this past week. I haven't been counting, but I don't think I've slipped and pulled for the past two days. Only bad part is that I've been super jittery. I get really restless with all this nervous energy that comes when I don't pull. It's kind of driving me nuts. I was so fidgety today especially. Finally decided to just ( Read more... )

It's been nearly one week now since I started taking the NAC three times a day. I'm seeing tiny little improvements, it's easier to sit on my hands now, though the temptation is often still overwhelming. I have a long way to go still. On Monday it will be exactly one week since I started with the NAC and I still have hopes for it. I don't know if ( Read more... )

I've started this journal so that I can keep track for myself, and for others following this, of my successes and failures of my struggle with trichotillomania. I think that making myself write about it will help me move forward and past it. It was sheer force of will that made me stop a year ago, but I can't seem to do it again. This journal is so ( Read more... )