*List of resources and my Trichotillomania (hair pulling) timeline can be found at the end of this post. I sit down at my laptop and open a new word document. My hands slowly pull away from the keyboard and I stare at the blinking cursor on the screen in front of me, wondering where to begin telling this story. Do I begin in[...]
For as long as I can remember, my hair has played a huge role in my identity. Not because it was fantastic or pin-worthy. And not because it was horrible. But because my hair told a story--my story. A story, that for a long time, I wasn't ready to share. Then one day I felt vulnerable. The good kind of vulnerable. The kind of vuln[...]
It's been a long time since I updated you on my "hair" situation. I suppose I've felt like I couldn't come back to you until I had good news to report... Until I could tell you that I had stopped... That I had found a way to overcome this... To be stronger than my urges... To win. But unfortunately, my news for you today... I[...]
I've talked about my hair extensions many times. I summed up most of the details in this post. But a lot of you still wanted to know more. So I decided to bring my camera with me on my most recent appointment. Carrie, my super hot stylist, was a great sport about having the entire experience documented. Here is the FULL scoop on[...]
I posted my secret nearly a year ago. I made myself vulnerable. I put it all out there, in hopes that the exposure would give me some control, some resolve to stop. And it did. For about two months. But then I got comfortable, and I started to pull again. A lot. And for the past few months I haven't been brave enough to t[...]
I Want to Know YOUR Secret {see end of post for details} {and I reveal another "mini" secret} When I started this blog, it was for one reason more than any other. To find out if I was the only one... The only one with feelings that this whole parenting business was a bit more than I had signed up for. The only one so overwhelm[...]
I have a secret. It is personal. I have had this secret since I was 9 years old. My secret embarrasses me, but I am not ashamed. My secret is a part of who I am, but it does not define me. I am not in control of my secret. I can count the number of people who know my secret on one hand. And today, I have decided to s[...]
