I thought I looked cute (: now off for some Skyrim adventures!
Another amazing day and its only 1 pm… Things have been fantastic recently (:
The most amazing night… The picture doesn’t do it justice… Love the Killers, and loved their performance at MSG
Feeling ALL the regret :/
1. People who feel the need to declare several times that they are either a vegetarian or a vegan.
2. Those who constantly bring up the fact they are atheist and insult those who follow a religion.
3. Hypocritical environmentalists. (I see your huge truck and cigarettes just stfu)
So, I asked CaptainSparklez to my prom via my twitter.
Now, I wait for nothing to happen…
Currently taking applications to be my prom date. Get on it, boys ;D
Oh, how precious.
For four years I’ve been dealing with an anxiety-based disorder called Trichotillomania. A lot of you probably have no idea what it is. Hell, even Google Chrome has it underlined as a misspelled word. Basically, the disorder is usually a childhood disorder where kids will pull out their hair; however, it does happen to adults like myself.
Now, you’re probably wondering why I’m making this post. No one knows I have this disorder except three people. I’ve never blogged about it, spoken to people about it, or found help for it. I’ve been ashamed and embarrassed of myself for four years and pretty much lived in denial. It was destroying me as a person. I would go to great lengths to hide where I had pulled my hair out. Honestly, I just felt like a disgusting person because of it but I couldn’t stop.
So why am I saying anything now? I just think its time to be open about it. I don’t know how but something my friend told me has motivated me to stop. I haven’t pulled my hair in a month, and I’m happy to say in another month the hair will be back. It might seem silly to a lot of you, or weird, or even kind of disturbing. I get that, I do. When people here the word “disorder” they think “crazy person”. But disorders are normal. As weird as that sounds, but everyone just has a little chemical imbalance in them. Hah (:
I’m happier though. I really am. I feel better about myself. I feel confident and invincible. I am taking control of my life. I still have the urges to pull, but I ignore them. Honestly, I feel as if fighting off this disorder is making me a stronger person. I’m able to love myself again.
I’m going to tag this under Trichotillomania, because I know there is a small group of Tumblr users who blog about their own experiences with the disorder. My advice to those people are to keep fighting, talk to someone about it (trust me - they will still love/accept you), and if you can get help from a professional. Even though I have overcome the disorder myself, I do regret not seeking out help four years ago.
But, if you’ve made it this far in the post - thank you for reading. It means the world to me, it really does. Talking about it has helped me overcome this son-of-a-bitch the most. Thank you, my wonderful followers! <3
