Memoirs of a Trichotillomaniac

Dunbar, Kristy. 5'0''. Dark brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Born in Vietnam, Currently resides on the American Eastern Seaboard. 15 years old. Artist. Cinematographer. Student. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Lover. Trichotillomaniac. Human.


I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. A few days ago, my mom was carted off to the hospital because she couldn’t feel anything from her ribs down. For the last 12 years, she has been battling Lyme Disease, a disease which attacks your central nervous system and slows down all bodily functions. I feel so guilty, because I’ve spent all this time hating her, wishing she would die, and now she’s on the brink of death. I’m positive its my fault.

Also, I’ve started pulling from my eyebrows. The worst part is that my favorite facial feature is my eyebrows, because I have perfectly shaped them and they suit my face well. The are so very thin that I have to fill them in to make them look only sorta normal. For a while I thought I was doing so well, but the upcoming school year and my mother’s illness is dragging me down and making me pull more hair that ever before. It seems there is no hope left in the world.