It is a new week and all that would come to me were a few frustrated rhymes…

How is it possible to love you so much, but also have such mixed-up feelings when it comes to trusting you?

A major battle raged in the wee hours of the morning. I lost.

My soul is tired today and it’s feeling a bit shaky. I have put a lot of pressure on myself to write a letter to you every day…

As I am sure you are aware, my Trichotillomania makes me feel extremely ugly. Most days, when I am missing large portions of hair, I see no real reason to get beautified.

Today I did something that is extremely hard for me. I got out of the condo on my own. Though I didn’t go far, I am proud that I pushed past the apathetic cloud that was surrounding me…

My mom is probably going to guffaw when she reads the title of this letter. (Haha, I put the asterisks in there just for her.)

So, I’m trying really hard not to be so hard on myself. I pulled really bad last week. My left eyebrow ridge is nearly bald, and my right eyebrow ridge has a gap in the middle that gives it a rather exaggerated looking arch.

For decades I have battled varying levels of intrusive thoughts and hair pulling urges—OCD and Trichotillomania—and have done everything in my power to hide that silent war of mine.