I have an unhealthy relationship with food in the same way some people suffer from an unhealthy relationship with drugs and alcohol.
The world around me comes to a halt, and all of a sudden, it feels as if I’m naked and exposed on a stage with an audience of heckling spectators.
I gripped my chest in an attempt to balance my weight as the freight train of the words hit me at 100 miles per hour.
Hello World! I’ve found some healing in sharing my experience with mental health. This week, I want to share all of the ways in which I’ve learned to cope with
The Story of How It Started My first dance with trichotillomania (trich) began when I was age 7. My family and I all traveled to Nigeria on vacation to visit