Personal Narrative: My Interest In The Medical Field

My interest in the medical field began when I was in fourth grade. The way that this came about may not be common, but I now realize that everything happens for a reason. At the age of nine I had the urge to pull out my eyelashes, later I would learn that this is called trichotillomania. But even before I knew what it was called I realized that something was wrong with me.
I didn’t wake up and say “I think I’m going to pull out my eyelashes today.” I am not exactly sure about what had caused this but most likely it’s due to stress from my parents divorce. Not understanding the cause is one factor that has led to my interest in the medical field. One day I was standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. Then the sink was filled with eyelashes I had removed. Immediately, I felt a release of all this tension that had built up within me. It was stress relieving. Once I stopped pulling I was left with a huge gap on my top eyelid, I knew my parents would be upset. I felt like a failure, lonely and as if I would be judged.
The impulses seemed to be stronger than my will to quit. One day it had gotten so bad that I had pulled all my eyelashes off one of my eyes. It was on days like these where I wanted to give up. Eventually I realized that the few seconds of satisfaction I was getting was not worth the ridicule that I would receive. I became determined to overcome this disorder. At that point in my life this was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Learning where I was likely to pull and in what situations helped me to pay attention and keep track of myself. Sometimes it was out of boredom. It had become a habit and no longer just a stress release. The only things that stopped me was being corrected by an adult. But I didn’t want this hanging over my head forever. I didn’t want to be that “loser” who couldn’t stop pulling out her