If I am not mistaken, it has been 5 months, 18 days, 20 hours. 169 days total.
I couldn't believe it has been that long. It has been so easy! I thought I would be stuck with my disorder for the rest of my life. Who would have known I was going to successfully drop it at 15? Sometimes, I feel like I can conquer trichotillomania, then I can conquer the world. As if anything that comes my way it won't be truly half as bad as what those six years of my life were. I feel like I have found the solution to life.
The truth is- I had to really want it. Of course I wanted to stop pulling, but only to an extent. I was never happy with how it made me look or how it made people feel, but I basically got high off of it, and never wanted to truly leave it behind. The power you have when you realize you truly want something is unreal. I had to really want it, and I knew when I did. To anybody who is reading this and suffering, you will too. You will know. Don't worry if you don't feel that way now. Don't confuse yourself with wanting to want, from just truly wanting. You could just be setting yourself up to fail. If that happens you will only cause yourself to believe you aren't capable of it when you really are. You will be ready someday, and when that day comes you will just know.
