A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF A TRICHOTILLOMANIAC. The currently fashionable idea is that it is an Impulse Control Disorder - that sounds sensible enough. Rather, that is, than an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. This is an attempt to present a case study of sorts. Thursday, 5 August 2010. The truth is I shall try harder. Though it may get duller. For you to see me. Thursday, 29 July 2010.

Previous attempts at stopping resulted in alarming and dramatic brain freakouts, granted, they were cold turkey attempts, the likes of which the internet screeched at me not to ever ever try.

And things are mostly good with me. But I have to write this and the place it needs to go is here. And this is a way of dealing with the fallout now that things have gone wrong.

18 years ago, I gained an eating disorder and lost an identity. This is a story about finding an identity and giving an eating disorder up. Finding Melissa started as a website. It accidentally morphed into a blog. The blog runs along the side and is, as blogs should be, chronological. The categories are theme-based and not located in one specific time. The categories are to your right and the blog is here.

The people in my life. Recovering from the grips of mental illness. What I will do is give a small update. M continues to be supportive and at the moment is my rock. Thanks all, for sticking by me.

First of all I want to apologise for my recent absence, I have been having a bad time of it lately. The mother I imagined throughout my childhood was not the one that I found. Instead I found a woman so self absorbed that if the conversation is not about her will ignore you or just talk over you until the topic is her, a woman who is quite happy to criticise me or put me down with snide comments, but also tries to take cr.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012. I started a new project. I already had a note book, pen, and clock so the project in and of itself took nothing at all to start. Well, nothing but effort. But that is actually an unintended benefit.