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I wish I was brave enough to share my struggle with trichotillomania on social media, because maybe I'd find support. But I can't get past the feeling of just complaining or that no one would care. Let alone understand. I've realized that the worst trigger for me, is watching shampoo commercials. Because I know I'll never have hair like that. Full, pretty, strong. It ***** And even as I'm writing this my hand is in my hair, tugging away at the short strands I have left. I feel hopeless, because I am losing.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Strand by strand, it's gone
I wish I was brave enough to share my struggle with trichotillomania on social media, because maybe I'd find support. But I can't get past the feeling of just complaining or that no one would care. Let alone understand. I've realized that the worst trigger for me, is watching shampoo commercials. Because I know I'll never have hair like that. Full, pretty, strong. It ***** And even as I'm writing this my hand is in my hair, tugging away at the short strands I have left. I feel hopeless, because I am losing.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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