After writing out and reading, over and over, the list of expectations I feel drive me, I had one very powerful observation. Each expectation I have for myself is the polar opposite of how I believe I should treat others. In fact, it is almost as though I believe my ability to treat others properly … read more
Because of my trichotillomania and the accompanying anxiety and depression, I’ve been in and out of formal therapy so many times I’ve lost count; cognitive therapy, Christian therapy, psychotherapy, behavioral therapy, group therapy, in patient, out patient – you name it. So many trees have given their lives so that my story can be recorded … read more
About one year ago, I sat at the little, plastic table littered with empty coffee cups and notebooks as I described my idea for an artistic photo shoot to my dear friend and photographer, Marsha Lane Foster. It was a decidedly cheesy image and, as I’ve come to realize hence, quite cliche’. I envisioned a … read more
One of my very favorite sounds in the world is another person’s laughter. Very little brings me greater joy than knowing I put a smile on someone’s face and am the reason for a giggle or chuckle. A lot of what I say and write is intended to be lighthearted, and I often hide behind … read more
Conversations about trich make me want to pull my hair out. (See what I did there? It’s like a double-entendre!) Today I had a great conversation with a friend about this little project I’ve started. “Project” is such a stupid way to describe this, but what else am I supposed to call it? Maybe “self-humiliating, … read more
I have issues. Big, fat, hairy, ones. HAHAHA! “Hairy.” Didn’t even think about that until after I typed it. But seriously, I have had a 500 pound elephant sitting on my shoulders for 43 years now, and I’ve had enough. I don’t know if publicly airing all of this crap is going to help or not, but … read more
