“Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair!” he called but she did not hear him for she was lost in her own mind. She raked her fingers through her hair letting strands of her hair drop from her fingers to the floor beside her. No tears shed from her eyes ’cause she knew that it would do no good to make things better. She was stuck in this tower locked away from a life that she dreamt of having.

You reading that thinking, “is she retelling fairytales now?”  No I’ll leave that to authors who already have. I’m basically making it relatable to how my life has been lately and was in the past. I have 4 mental health disorders which when I get overly stressed then I tend to get this issue that is known as trichotillomania. When I do it, it has always been consciously knowing I’m doing it and yet difficult to stop. I don’t literally pull at my hair though in case you thinking that. I constantly move my fingers into it like a comb or brush would where it’ll catch strand or strands of hair which I’ll drop into a little waste basket nearby then continue to do it. However when I first did this back when I was in my early 20s still living with my mom, I’d be sitting on my mom’s recliner and drop the strands of hair onto the carpeted floor. My mom used to get upset about seeing the little clump of hair there. It does eventually stop and go dormant until next time high level of stress, tension, anxiety, etc happens. I definitely don’t enjoy doing it.

The occurrence of this bout of trichotillomania is all due to the extreme amount of inspections by apartment building management for a whole month with no set dates when they would do the stuff. It was supposedly due to the fact that there is a tenant union now here so they had to be more thorough with inspection. I contacted the place I thought was running the tenant union and literally said to them that I want to have my name removed from the list. I don’t appreciate being any part of something that causes me high levels of stress that it triggers the trichotillomania that been dormant for a long while now. When I still not have a home aide then it very tense to have to try to keep up with all chores daily if staff here in building going to come whenever they please. I’ve also been more alone social wise the past few months in real life and online due to constant abandonment by “friends”. A little fact: being an older woman it not good to get bad off with the pulling of hair since hair thins and gets brittle as we get older due to perimenopause and menopause so I don’t want to become bald. I mean wigs are pretty nice but I just would freak myself out looking in the mirror with no hair. By the way, I not meaning to say it bad thing if that happens with those who also suffer with this mental issue. Please know the things I say in these blog posts are my own personal feelings of me.

•For more info on trichotillomania:  Learning About Trichotillomania •For more info on aging hair: Guide to Aging Hair