Personal Narrative: Trichotillomania
“To those who fought and won and those who lost, To those who are a still fighting and our valiant allies”
“I...uh have a condition called trichotillomania” I had no idea what trichotillomania was but it sounded pretty fucking serious.
Devon, Sorry, I really am. I know this is hard and you will be disappointed in me but please know there is nothing that could’ve been done to save me. I was far too broken to be fixed. I fought for a long time, I fought for 34 years, beautiful years that I never thought I would get the chance to see, I thank seeing them to you. You were my light, my light that helped guide me through my life, but like all light eventually light dies out and you are left all alone in the dark not knowing where …show more content…
In fact, when I first meet the one I would spend my life with I wanted nothing to do with her. She knew my deepest secret, the things I did not want anyone to know about me. This my closest friends and family members did not know this girl who i barely knew, knew it all just by a dumb chance of faith. Because faith lead us both to Dr. Almer’s (noted adolescent psychologist) office on that cloudy saturday morning. The special thing about Dr. Almers clinic
Dr. Almer’s office was located Carmel exactly 40 minutes away from my city. I know it was crazy to drive 40 minutes there and back every Saturday with the occasional Tuesday and Thurday afternoon, but that was the price I had to pay if I did not want anyone to know I went to a psychologist. Kinda like a planned parenthood but for therapy.
I sat down behind the giant window, so I can remember there is a world out there that has the potential to be better than this. Sitting with my head down twiddling my thumbs I feel the rush of air: someone sat next me. I slowly look up like a gazelle being stalked by lion. There's was a very slim possibility i would know someone here, this clinic was an hour away from my hometown, but as my luck would have it, my one in million chance occurred. Sitting next to me was Daisy
“I...uh have a condition called trichotillomania” I had no idea what trichotillomania was but it sounded pretty fucking serious.
Devon, Sorry, I really am. I know this is hard and you will be disappointed in me but please know there is nothing that could’ve been done to save me. I was far too broken to be fixed. I fought for a long time, I fought for 34 years, beautiful years that I never thought I would get the chance to see, I thank seeing them to you. You were my light, my light that helped guide me through my life, but like all light eventually light dies out and you are left all alone in the dark not knowing where …show more content…
In fact, when I first meet the one I would spend my life with I wanted nothing to do with her. She knew my deepest secret, the things I did not want anyone to know about me. This my closest friends and family members did not know this girl who i barely knew, knew it all just by a dumb chance of faith. Because faith lead us both to Dr. Almer’s (noted adolescent psychologist) office on that cloudy saturday morning. The special thing about Dr. Almers clinic
Dr. Almer’s office was located Carmel exactly 40 minutes away from my city. I know it was crazy to drive 40 minutes there and back every Saturday with the occasional Tuesday and Thurday afternoon, but that was the price I had to pay if I did not want anyone to know I went to a psychologist. Kinda like a planned parenthood but for therapy.
I sat down behind the giant window, so I can remember there is a world out there that has the potential to be better than this. Sitting with my head down twiddling my thumbs I feel the rush of air: someone sat next me. I slowly look up like a gazelle being stalked by lion. There's was a very slim possibility i would know someone here, this clinic was an hour away from my hometown, but as my luck would have it, my one in million chance occurred. Sitting next to me was Daisy