I had a 5 hour pulling session last night. I just couldn't stop.
I wanted to so bad. I needed to.
I was tired and needed to sleep. I kept telling myself things like "at midnight I'll stop. In five minutes I'll stop. On commercial break I'm going to stop."
It didn't fucking stop until my arm was exhausted. It wasn't even my choice.
My hair is getting worst and worst. There is no "normal"now. I am quickly spiraling down down down.
This time last year I felt free, confident, strong, powerful, blessed.
Now I am back in the dark dungeons and bondage that is trich.
I am now conscious of the bald spots, always fearing that they're showing too much. I can not wet my hair or walk outside where someone can see. I don't want to take care of myself. There is a fucking pile of long hair next to my bed, on my bed, and in my baby's bassinet. My fucking finger hurts. My hands feel dirty.
There is absolutely no reason why I should have needed to pull yesterday. I was more relaxed and calm than I've been in a long time. I was happy. Not stressed out, not anxious.
What. The. Fuck.
It's simply not hide-able. No more of fixing my hair this way or that. Now I'm back to a Gollum-like state. Some long hair, some short hair, a lot of bald scalp. Fucking disgusting.
I haven't cried yet. I see a lot of crying in the horizon. But I have a plan. I'm going to be pro-active and jump into doing things that I KNOW help, so why haven't I been doing them? I'm going to do them now. When I stop I'll stop I guess, but in the meantime I'll do what I can control and that is these things;
1) Read the bible everyday. Even if it's just 10 minutes. We all have 10 minutes.
2) Walk everyday. Maybe in the evening when I can go by myself? Have 10 minutes to think and walk around the block? Another bonus is that my baby boy is 6 weeks old this weekend and I can take him to the YMCA daycare, which means I'll be able to work out a bit. I know how good it feels to work out, the endorphins or whatever, confidence. But I'll at least walk 10 minutes a day, with or without kids.
3) Set a watch timer to go off every 15 minutes. Maybe 5 in the beginning. Whenever the watch goes off I'm going to say to myself "Dont pull". It's worked before, it's a way to remind yourself to stay conscious.
4) Create a chart to count days of being pull free, and to mark days I did have a hard time or pulled. I don't know why I stopped this in the first place, it was so helpful.
So that's what I'm going to do today. I've already taken a shower which I didn't want to do because then I would have to touch my hair and really know just how bad. Thinking about washing the few strands up there is bringing me near tears right now. I also avoid showers when I'm depressed because seriously, the last thing you want to do when you're depressed is take care of yourself. I take that as a sign that the first thing you need to do when you don't feel like it is to take care of yourself.
These are the things I'm going to do, in addition to my "to do list" I already had;
Write letter to hubby's grandma
Package present to niece for bday
Vacuum
Laundry
Address birth announcments. This one will suck.
Post to trich journal blog. (check)
I'm still wearing the towel on my head from the shower, I think I'll wear a bandana today.