Trichotillomania

I have learned that certain things happen for a reason and they all add together to make my future. I did not understand that much, as a child, but now I have started to put the pieces together in hopes of shaping my future. When I was an infant, I began to suffer severely from Trichotillomania, a disorder that caused me to pull out my hair for no apparent reason. This lasted for eight long years. I had to maintain my self-love while others sought ways to exclude me for being hairless. I did not expect to be physically different from the norm, but that small puzzle piece added to who I am today: an erudite student driven to encourage others to find their true worth. My mom always told me that I would be a doctor or nurse or choose a career along the lines of caring after others. I did not want to further my future taking physical care of others; instead, I sought out ways to heal the brain and deal with emotions people have. Growing up, I witnessed many mental illnesses and I wondered why they existed. My grandmother suffered from dementia while living with my family. I took turns caring for her while my parents worked. That consisted of changing her clothes and getting her to take baths, and persuading her to eat food. She often forgot my name and most times called me very rude things,
I began to wonder what I could do to help. Complaining about my problems would not fix anything, so I thought I would draw for people to make them happy. So for a long time, I thought being an artist was my career choice. It dawned on me that art is more of an emotional relief if one is making it. I then realized that counseling would be an amazing way to let people express themselves, but I still wanted people to express their way through art. Although I have not figured how to combine the two, I do know that college is my next step to pursuing my dream, and helping heal the