Pulling is not the problem.

Control is.

Its an urge, such a tempting urge that our hands automatically lift up to our faces and heads. Our trich is telling us to pull, to give in. I'll just pull once, just one hair, thats it. I just need to satisfy the urge just a bit, so that its not so bad. Just one hair and i'll be done with it.

No, you won't. You and I both know that once we start, it will be very difficult to stop. But why do we allow this excuse? How many times have you pulled only ONE hair? How many times has trich told you, "One is enough, now you can relax"?

Trich is our subconcious drug that whispers to our fingers to reach out to those hairs and seduce them into release. It just feels so good.

Trich laughs at us. It gives us such pleasure after the pull. The devil that offers the easy way out. Just a few pulls and you will be anxiety free! No more anxious thoughts about bringing those fingers to your scalp. Just do it and that feeling will vanish! I assure you.

And why do we give in if we suffer so much from the guilt?

Because anxiety and depression, boredom and stress, urges and temptations are worse. Because we would rather pull a few hairs then let our feelings marinate in our hands, our scalps or our lash lines. Because getting rid of the urge is better than sitting in it. And that it why it's so difficult to quit.

Trich is powerful, and we hate to admit it. We hate to admit that we love that amazing feeling when that root slips out of the follicle, even if it's just for a moment.

Trich is a selfish, powerful pull with everything in its sight: our feelings, our progresses, our regresses. Trich watches our every move, our every thought. Trich can control us.

But we are NOT diseased, we are NOT mentally ill or deprived. We are NOT powerless.

We are sufferers. Sufferers of the equivalent nail biter, or overeater, or skin picker. Only our troubles aim at something else. Something a bit more obvious, something that is less socially acceptable. But there are so many of us. It's not just 2-5% of the population.

Are you statistically counted? Neither am I.

You are not alone. You never were and you never will be.