When I was 14, my sister told me a secret. “I pull out my hair,” she said, laying in the bed across from mine in our little room. “I don’t know why I do it, but I can’t stop.” She had developed trichotillomania, a Body-Focused Repetitive Behavior characterized by uncontrollable urges to pull hair from the body.
Read MoreI can’t remember my mother without schizophrenia. I still remember the first day that she was hospitalized. It was a few days before my ninth birthday when she suddenly began spewing incoherent nonsense.
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