#speshul

How’s tricks? Trichotillomania is a breed of OCD, insidious as the reputation of a pit bull, almost invisible (to the untrained eye) as a chihuahua (small) (though with a bark about as ear piercing). It’s a breed that pulls out my hair. The “trich” of trichotillomania is pronounced “trick” Trick or treat? Trick of the light? Trick of the mind? Is it an April Fool’s trick? If so, it’s not a very good one – I’ve been waiting for it to end for years. Is it a trick of the eye? I don’t think so; no matter how you squint your eyes or what light you look at me in, there will be a bald spot. There are no tricks here. A trick up my sleeve? The only thing on my sleeve is my heart and a hundred strands of hair. A box of tricks? A bag of tricks a bag of … hair? no matter what’s supposed to be in there it will be filled with hair a dirty trick a dirty rotten trick s it a survival skill, trichotillomania? long lost in others, and only recently rediscovered within me? do I understand a truth subconsciously that I cannot fathom consciously?

I wonder what my brain thinks pulling out all of this hair is accomplishing.

am I to collect these delicate rejected strands