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Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania Journals available now



Just a quick one – I'm excited to share that I've published three journals for people living with Trichotillomania (hair-pulling disorder), Dermatillomania (skin-picking disorder), or both, like me. 

Journaling was something that was very important to me when I learned how to manage my own compulsions with Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania, and I've essentially designed them with me in mind and what would have helped me. 

Two pages are allocated per day. At the start of every entry, you'll find a new tip, reminder, quote, or empowering message to keep you going on your journey to recovery. This is followed by a series of questions to help you track your feelings and progress. The second page is left blank so you can freely write about your ups and downs, how you’ve been feeling, or anything you want.

Inside this journal, you will find twelve weeks of daily entries designed to help you track your progress and share your feelings. You can start on any day and write in the journal as frequently or infrequently as you want. 

As always, the most important thing to mention is that you won't magically be cured by simply filling in a journal (I wrote my entries on word), but they are something which can support you on your journey to recovery. If you feel one of these journals might be able to help you, and you won't be financially affected as a result of buying one, they are there if you need them. 

As I said above, there are three separate journals in the series: My Trichotillomania Journal, My Dermatillomania Journal, and My Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania Journal. I will share the Amazon links for the books below.

Amazon links to My Trichotillomania Journal, broken down by country:
UK (here)
US (here)
Canada (here)
Australia (here)
Poland (here)
Sweden (here)
Germany (here)
France (here)
Spain (here)
Italy (here)
Netherlands (here)
Japan (here)

Amazon links to My Dermatillomania Journal, broken down by country:
UK (here)
US (here)
Canada (here)
Australia (here)
Poland (here)
Sweden (here)
Germany (here)
France (here)
Spain (here)
Italy (here)
Netherlands (here)
Japan (here)

Amazon links to My Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania Journal, broken down by country:
UK (here)
US (here)
Canada (here)
Australia (here)
Poland (here)
Sweden (here)
Germany (here)
France (here)
Spain (here)
Italy (here)
Netherlands (here)
Japan (here)

Sending love & healing always,
Cara x

Trich Pics


This post was inspired by a photo that came up on Facebook a while ago informing me it was taken exactly seven years ago. When I saw it again, I was shocked - not only because it can't have been seven years ago (WHERE IS THE TIME GOING!?!) but more than anything, because I couldn't believe how thin my eyebrows were. It got me thinking about what other photos of me have been taken over the years that show signs of the compulsions I tried my best to hide from the world for so long. I don't have many photos from my teens (the time when I started picking and pulling) because I threw a lot of them away as it was a generally unhappy time for me and in those photos, either my eczema was bad and I didn't want to be reminded of it, or I could see in my eyes how unhappy I was. If there are any teenagers reading this who are struggling and have been told your formative years are the best time of your life, ignore them.

After doing some digging, I managed to find quite a few photos which to anyone else, might look like there is nothing else going on but to me, tell a very different story. Like I said, these photos only offer a glimpse that there was anything wrong as I became a master of hiding my compulsions. A small part of me wishes I had taken photos of my skin when my trichotillomania and dermatillomania was at its worst, like I have with my TSW journey, but to be perfectly honest, I'm glad I don't have any as I'm not sure I ever want to see what I actually did to myself. Some things are best left in the past.

I have said before that the lines between my trichotillomania and dermatillomania are blurred as in the past I have had to really pick at my skin to get out a hair but regardless, damage is damage - whether it's down to trich or derma.

I hope the photos help anyone suffering with either condition remember that they are not the only ones fighting or hiding something because they feel embarrassed, scared or alone.

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The following photo was taken on 16th July 2007. I was pretty good at covering all the marks I made with concealer but there were some that even make-up couldn't cover so may I present to you, my right eyebrow for inspection.

The photo on the left is from New Year's Eve 2009 and the photo on the right is from 11th February 2010. Around the time these photos were taken, I think I'd call myself a 'high-functioning' trichster, which meant I was still pulling, but was able to keep the destruction I normally caused down. At the time, I had a boyfriend and found that when I wasn't single, it was easier to control my compulsions ... I suppose the knowledge someone is going to see your skin is a pretty good incentive not to.

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I hadn't been on my singing channel until recently when my mum looked at one of my old videos and showed me my eyebrows. In two particular videos (here) and (here), my eyebrows look almost drawn in. Eye pencils as a means of hiding my trich has never worked out well for me...

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The next couple of photos are from two separate occasions in October 2011 where I'd just done a lot of damage to my legs. In the photo on the left, I was scared because I thought I had given myself a serious infection and in the photo on the right I remember feeling really upset because my legs were so bad and thought I would never be able to wear them bare again. I just felt awful but what do you see in these photos? A girl smiling, carefree... Looks can be deceiving. You might see a person and conjure up all these images of their life but remember, most people are putting on a front, hiding their fears and problems from everyone. In both photos I was with people I cared about and still enjoyed myself but the thought of the state of my legs was constantly gnawing at my insides. 

When I was going through TSW, I was a little more lenient with photos of myself as, let's be real, my skin wasn't looking its best, so what's a few more scabs and wounds? The photo on the left is from Friday 26th July 2013 and the photo on the right is from Friday 6th September 2013.

Even full body flaring couldn't stop me from picking/pulling at my legs and the only reason I took this in the first place was because I was going through a MUCH calmer phase with my compulsions (along with a cleverly angled camera), taken on Saturday 14th December 2013. Even with a more relaxed attitude to showing my skin, my legs were still an area that I was uneasy photographing and that is why I have so few photos of my legs throughout withdrawal.

I don't think I need to elaborate on the next photo, taken on Wednesday 8th October 2014.

The next two photos were taken very shortly after recovering from TSW (on Monday 17th August 2015 & Sunday 30th August 2015). I let the little 'misdemeanors' slide on my eyebrows as they didn't look too bad...

And lastly, one final photo of my legs taken on Sunday 8th November 2015, cut off just before my Trich/Derma got bad. The few marks shown were only a preview of what happened 'off camera'.

Love & hugs
Cara xxxx

Tips & Advice for Trich and Derma



Since admitting on my Instagram account and blog back in November 2016 that I suffer from both Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania, I have received a lot of comments and messages from others asking me for tips that might help them, too.

I have thought a lot about this and realised there isn’t one clear-cut answer – more a collection of things I’ve applied to my life that together have really helped me. In the past, I’d seen people dishing out advice to use toys and such to play with, so you keep your hands busy, but tips like that always felt like a disaster waiting to happen. I mean, there were times where I used to fantasise about being put in a straightjacket to physically restrain myself from getting to my skin, so when you throw in the suggestion of a damn toy, it ain’t going to cut it … let’s be real though, if I had been given the wonderful opportunity to wear a straightjacket for a period of time, but also knew there was a hair I needed to get out, somehow, I would have acquired superhuman strength and ripped the jacket off to pull the offending hair out. This is to say really that it takes a lot to deter someone from picking or pulling when they are in the zone, and if you suffer from Trich and/or Derma, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.

Before I continue, I think you need to understand that these tips aren’t a miraculous cure and your days of Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania are numbered – they are simply a group of suggestions that have helped me reach a point where I have been pretty much scab free for a number of months now and have AN ACTUAL BEAUTY ROUTINE where I can freely shave my legs. Trust me, even saying something like that still feels pretty surreal. It is something I had wanted very badly for a number of years, and the freedom of knowing there are no wounds on my body and only a few scars is just wonderful. I shall continue to apply these tips to my life so that I can hopefully continue to stand victorious over Trich and Derma. Yes, this is something I’ll have to work at for a long time, but think of it like a diet – you do all these things to lose weight, but that doesn’t mean at the end of it you can go back to eating ALL the food. You need to find some kind of balance that you can maintain and live with for the rest of your life.

These tips are with my own journey and problem areas in mind, which is pretty much everywhere but the hair on my head, and I have split the tips up into two categories: PHYSICAL & MENTAL. There are fewer physical tips than mental ones as I truly believe the real work, like most things, is done in your mind. At the end, I have also included a list of things that on the surface might appear to be obvious, but to anyone dealing with either Trichotillomania or Dermatillomania (or both like me) are philosophies that must be truly learned and might save you a bit more time than me – over sixteen years to be exact.

To anyone reading this, I really hope these tips help, but trust me when I say that I understand how hard it can be to stop. Having Trichotillomania and/or Dermatillomania is not an indulgent, trivial thing – it can be this all-consuming monster that feels like it is drowning you.



PHYSICAL 

Wear cotton gloves. Normally my Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania would start more out of habit than anything and I’d do it without thinking, then by the time I realised what I’d done, it would usually be too late and I would have inevitably found something that I wanted to get out, whether it be a lump on my skin that I needed to investigate further or a thick, stubbly hair that was really annoying me. With that being said, the first port of call for me was to keep my hands covered as much as possible as my weakness is the feeling of something under my fingertips and the jarring against my skin of a spot or hair. I found cotton gloves immensely beneficial as it meant I could touch my skin but wouldn’t be able to feel anything as I had this barrier of thick material covering my Trich/Derma-hungry fingers. They are hard to keep on all the time if you are using a computer or laptop though as they tend to get in the way, but I find them helpful when I’m watching something and my hands aren’t busy.

Wear clothes that make it impossible to get to your skin. One of the worst places I have attacked my skin over the years is my legs that have taken such a bashing, I am amazed I only have a handful of faded scars left. I knew when I was serious about stopping that I needed to find a way of making it impossible for me to get to my legs as in the past I’d tend to pull the leg of my pyjamas/trousers up easily – again, more without thinking – and my eyes/fingers would get to work. When I am at home, I usually wear pyjamas, but as they all have loose bottoms (pardon me), I take some sticky tape and wrap it around the bottom of each leg so it means I can’t roll the material up easily and my laziness overrides the impulse. Tights are also the biggest faff and work just as well, making it harder for you to get to your skin and over time, you just won’t bother trying in the first place. Polo necks are great, too, if you have an issue with your breasts – basically try wearing clothes that are a lot of bother to take off.

Watch videos of others with Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania. I may not have joined any forums or online Trich/Derma communities, but I did watch a fair few videos of others that had Trichotillomania and found them immensely helpful.

Create a photo album of people with clear skin as a sort of goal. Regardless of whether it was a film, magazine, or TV show, I’d always feel such a concentrated sense of sadness and regret if I saw another woman with lovely skin, then sometimes, if I felt bad enough, it would temporarily stop me from doing any damage. Back in October, when I decided I was serious about stopping, I created a little album on my laptop filled with photos of women with fabulous skin, and when I really struggled, and just wanted to pick or pull something, I’d look at this folder and it would sometimes stop me from doing any damage to myself.

Take a deep breath and put your hands in a Chandler Bing Pac-Man claw. This sounds very odd, I know, but if you aren’t sure what I’m talking about, Google Chandler Bing Pac-Man and you’ll know what I mean – or think of it as if you are holding your fingers like you are Catwoman. I don’t know when I started doing this exactly, but I found that when I put my hands in a claw-like shape and took a deep breath, sometimes, the urge to pick or pull would completely die. Putting my hands like this sends the oddest sensation up my fingers and arms. Very strange indeed, but give it a go to see if it helps you.

Turn the light off in the bathroom. I hasten to say, do not put yourself in any danger as a dark, slippery bathtub or shower cubicle is only courting disaster, but every time I remembered, I would leave the door to the bathroom ajar, so there was enough light to see what I was doing and not run the risk of slipping to my death, but dark enough that I wasn’t able to see anything on my skin. In the past, the bathroom for me was a literal Trich/Derma playground – a place I could lock myself away under a bright light and just go to town.

A healthy diet. This is more of a tip to help scars fade, and might be more down to genetics, but I have always had fast healing skin when it came to things like scabs etc. and I am amazed by how few scars I have for the amount of damage I’ve done. I’m stunned to be honest, and I truly believe it is down to food. Even though my love for pizza and chocolate knows no bounds, I have always had a pretty healthy diet that is high in oily fish, avocados, blueberries and broccoli: skin food. In the last year especially, because of going through TSW, I have made my diet better still and now my scars and scabs heal even faster.


MENTAL 

You have to really want it. This sounds like a bit of a no-brainer, but I think sometimes there is an odd sort of comfort and familiarity where Trich and Derma are concerned – almost a reluctance to stop because of the memories of those blissful moments leading up to picking/pulling that give you purpose, a feeling of being totally in control and so very secure. You then bask in the warm, contented glow of getting something out of your skin. You feel complete … for a moment at least before you realise what you have done and at times the wounds can feel like they have come out of nowhere – you think, how did that happen?! It’s like a drug – you want that satisfaction, that buzz, and you don’t want to come down and have to see the reality of it. There are times where I have spent hours picking and pulling and been left with this absolute emptiness of feeling after I have done it. 

On 7th October 2016, something changed, and I finally really wanted to stop. I had been building up to it for a long time and just felt totally and utterly fed up, bored, frustrated – all of it – and knew that this time I HAD to do it. I didn’t want to spend my life hiding my skin and letting it rule what I could and couldn’t do. I wanted a free life, and I was ready to do anything to stop. Even now, there are moments where I still want to take the easy option and pick or pull something for the sake of it – return to the warmth, comfort and familiarity – but you have just got to push past those feelings and remember why you are doing it. If I wasn’t totally committed to stopping this time, I could have been wearing the thickest cotton gloves known to man that were sewn fast to my skin and nothing would have stopped me if it wasn’t something I wanted with all my heart. I really wanted it, and not only that, I wanted it entirely for myself.

Understanding that Trich and Derma are not your friends. Continuing on from my last point, Trich and Derma were these omnipotent forces that I turned to through the good times, the bad, and even the times in-between where nothing was happening because they were my security blanket. They feel like they are your friends, but on the contrary, Trich and Derma couldn’t care LESS about your feelings. They don’t want to help you, all they want to do is hurt you and make you feel bad about yourself.

Pause. Before you pull a hair out or pick a spot, ask yourself why you are doing it. Think about how you will feel after and what will happen to your skin when you have taken that irrevocable step forward. Visualise the wounds you will create, the red craters on your skin, the total numbness you’ll feel. It’s never worth it.

Don’t suffer in silence. Having Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania are not things to be ashamed of or there to make you feel dirty – they are simply compulsions you suffer from. I believe that Trich and Derma thrive on the secrecy we tend to keep them wrapped in – we are ashamed that we can’t control ourselves, so we keep them as close to our chest as possible, but by getting them out in the open, they are no longer things that fester and grow into something bigger and harder to manage. Trich and Derma are needy, they want you all to themselves, and so by admitting that you have either or both compulsions, you are weakening their hold over you. Neither of them likes exposure much, instead, they want to feast on the darkness. For years, my mum was the only person who really knew that I had Trich and Derma, but when I decided to try and stop, I slowly told more and more people until it was completely out in the open. It was empowering.

Taking control of YOUR skin. Always remember that it is you who is the one in control of your skin – not Trich or Derma, YOU!

Make yourself aware of it every single moment of the day. I tried to be conscious of my compulsions as much as possible in a bid to stop myself from slipping into old habits and touching my skin because if I did that, it’d normally be too late as I had already found something I needed to terminate and nothing in the world would have stopped me from getting it out. I think that was the worst part for me – the habit was so ingrained that I did it without thinking and inadvertently sabotaged my own progress.

We are all human. Finally, I think the most important thing to understand is that everyone has their own demons so NEVER feel like the odd one out. If you were to take anything from these tips it would be to remember that everyone is fighting – some of us just know how to hide it a little better. We live in an age of social media and Photoshopping where everyone looks perfect and appears to lead perfect lives – they are not real, and behind those images lie something very different indeed.



THINGS I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN … BUT DIDN’T
  • Ingrown hairs always look better than the wreckage you cause trying to get them out.
  • Spots disappear on their own and don’t need to be helped along by greedy fingers.
  • Hairs are not the enemy. They are a part of you and are there to protect you.
  • It’s OK to leave a hair alone – it doesn’t bite you if it stays where it is for too long. Nothing will happen; it will just continue to grow.
  • Everyone has little quirks and there is nothing to be ashamed of.
  • Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania are compulsions you don’t magically get cured of. You just have to find a way to live with them and not let them impact your life.
  • Getting out just one hair is a bloody myth.
  • Keeping your compulsion/s a secret is never a good idea. Like I said earlier, these kind of things feed on isolation.
  • Again, you’ve got to realise that Trich and Derma are not your friends – they are not there to comfort you and tell you that everything is going to be OK, they are only there to hurt you.
  • Picking or pulling something out is only a setback if you let it be one, and that isolated slip-up is nothing compared to the damage you do through guilt when you think you have blown it. Setbacks aren’t setbacks if you learn from them and not think you have failed.

My Trichotillomania & Dermatillomania Journey



I am at a loss to know exactly where to start with something like this. I mean, I could start at the very beginning … but I don’t exactly know when that is. I am thirty-four years old and think I was roughly twelve or thirteen when it all began, but like most things, they tend to creep up on you and before you know it, they are stuck to you like glue without any knowledge of how they came to be there in the first place. One thing I can say most assuredly is that Trichotillomania and, to a lesser extent, Dermatillomania, had been there, for better or worse, for well over half of my life – at least sixteen years I would say. I will try and give you an overview of my Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania history as best I can, and even though the timeline is a bit hazy, I think it’s about right.

I’ve heard recently that most cases of Trichotillomania and/or Dermatillomania develop in puberty, like me. I remember I had just started getting hair under my arms and my mum innocently let me use her electric shaver to get rid of it. I think my problems began when I noticed there was a hair the shaver had missed and thought I might as well pull it out. That small action started a chain of events which led to the compulsions I had for a very long time. At first, it was contained to under my arms, and I would pull out as many hairs as I could, but sometimes, I would have to resort to using all manner of implements to achieve my goal, especially if there were any that were ingrown. Picking and pulling became my primary source of comfort – a way of dealing with my very unhappy school life – and when I came home, I would spend so much time hiding out in the bathroom pulling until there was nothing left, then scratching and poking away at the skin, searching for anything else I could get. I would smuggle cuticle clippers and tweezers into the bathroom and have these long, epic baths that would always leave a rim of hairs around the edge, and to get an idea of how much I’ve pulled, over the years I have turned my naturally light brown hair under my arms black.

After a few years, as I think I must have got bored with only picking and pulling under my arms, I moved onto my eyebrows to the point where I looked perpetually startled and have photos in my teens where I am the proud owner of a pair of over-plucked eyebrows. I tried to restrain myself as much as possible though so no one would ever find out about my dirty little secret. I then decided to give my legs some attention they didn’t need or want – first with a random spot just above my right knee before the problem trickled down to the front of my shins. Over the years I would say my legs have taken the biggest bashing and there have been some really dark times where my skin has been covered in deep red welts after hours sometimes picking them to pieces. I wish I could tell you that I was over-exaggerating.

In my early twenties, I began attacking any stray hairs on my body that were growing, and not long after that, I had a job that I not only hated, but bored me half to death, and there was a short period of time where I pulled out my eyelashes. It started off ‘innocently’ enough with me trying to get the clumps out of my mascara. That would have been OK, but I was also pulling the odd eyelash out, too, here and there, until my eyelashes started looking a little thin on the ground. For the first time though, I was able to see things for how they really were and knew that if I continued to do it, it would turn into a MUCH bigger problem, so I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stop before it was too late and luckily I was able to kill the fledgling compulsion relatively quickly. There have been other smaller problem areas, although to be honest, I’ve always been drawn to any random spot or errant irregular hair on my skin – especially my face. With that being said, what I find odd is that after all this time, I have never once felt the urge to pull out the hair on my head.

When I was suffering from Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania, I had OK times and very, very bad times, but even in the better periods, I would never have been able to go more than a day without picking or pulling something out of my skin, and in the bad times it completely took over my life and stopped me from doing so much. 

On Friday 7th October 2016 at 2.24 pm, after years spent making desperate but broken promises to stop, I’d finally had enough, I was done with it, and I wasn’t giving up until both compulsions were out of my life. Well, that notion might have been a tad idealistic, but after nearly seven weeks, a few slip-ups, and some unexpected life lessons, I finally managed to get to the best place I’ve ever been with them.

Like everything to do with Topical Steroid Withdrawal on this blog, I’ve tried to make my Trichotillomania and Dermatillomania journey as detailed as possible, and so I have included some tips that have helped me, plus a few other things which I hope you find useful.

Sending all my love,
Cara xxx

The secret me


Just to warn you in advance, this post isn't about Topical Steroid Withdrawal but another skin journey I have been on that I finally feel comfortable sharing. I hope you will bear with me as even the thought of writing about this part of my life and knowing others will be aware of what I have done is terrifying but I feel in order to really get to a place where it doesn't control my life anymore, I've got to get it out in the open.

For well over sixteen years I have suffered with the conditions Trichotillomania (a compulsion to pull out your hair) and Dermatillomania (a compulsion to pick your skin). They are both classed as a Body-Focused Repetitive Behavior (BFRB) which 'is an umbrella name for impulse control behaviors involving compulsively damaging one's physical appearance or causing physical injury' (ta Wiki). To me they have always been one and the same thing that I have put under the bracket of 'picking' although I would say that my Trichotillomania has always been in a completely new league to the Dermatillomania as I have done the most damage to my skin when it has involved getting a hair out, if that makes sense ... but I've had my moments. Trichotillomania is most commonly associated with pulling out the hair on your head but that has never been something I've ever had the slightest compulsion to do - my problem areas have been the face and body. Over the years it has ranged from ok to severe but even in the better times, there was never a period where I felt free from it and in over sixteen years, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't pull hair out. Until Friday 7th October 2016. On that day, at exactly 2.24pm, after years spent making empty promises, I knew the time had finally come to let go of this part of my life.

However that wasn't some magical resolution, all it meant was that I had finally made a decision I was going to stick with no matter what as deep down, I knew it was now or never. It hasn't been easy, far from it. With Topical Steroid Withdrawal it was somewhat out of my hands - I didn't use steroid cream so BAM, all these awful symptoms happened and yes, it was of course harder than anything I had ever expeienced in my life but the process in a way was simple: don't use steroid cream and you'll eventually get better - ah cool. Beating Trichotillomania on the other hand is a new beast entirely; it is trying to overcome this ingrained compulsion that has been a huge part of my existence for well over half my life. For me, it's primarily a habitual thing but in the past it's also been my stress relief, a dear friend, my worst enemy and my drug. It came into my life at a time I was my unhappiest: secondary school. A place I was made to feel worthless and along came Trichotillomania that offered this confused teenage girl some control. Pull hairs out and everything will be ok again.

My twenties have been somewhat strange. When others my age were out having a FABULOUS time, I was locked in the bathroom picking my legs until they were red raw - and I'm not even throwing in the curveball of TSW. I feel as a generation we are constantly bombarded with everyone's perfect lives and as a twenty-something woman living now, I feel like there is this overwhelming pressure to have an incredible life filled with experiences that I'm meant to remember forever and countless holidays taking photos of my thin, bronzed hot dog legs. Life is not like that. It's wonderful and it's strange and raw and all these extremes but those images of people's perfect lives are not real.

The photo I have included with this post is a big deal for me. It was taken this morning straight after shaving with a razor. Sounds stupid I know but the idea of even taking a photo like this has felt at times as likely as riding a unicorn over a rainbow. Somehow it has now become my reality and it feels extraordinary.

I definitely wouldn't say I'm cured of my Trichotillomania, it has been more a journey to attain a kind of freedom I have craved so badly for years. Really, the journey started over three years ago when I stopped using topical steroids. My dependence on those drugs left me feeling trapped and after a long battle, I came through the other side with healthy skin and a kind of freedom I'd never had in my life and it was only for going through TSW that I knew I had the strength to free myself from this final captor, Trichotillomania. As of this moment, there is not a single scab on my skin. I have some scars but I can live with that - we all have them, whether they are visible or trapped in your mind. So here is yet another thing I have to thank TSW for.

Apart from my Mum, cousin and two of my closest friends, I have kept my Trichotillomania a secret because it has always felt to me like this dirty thing, something to be ashamed of - until recently, when I realised it's just a part of who I am - or was, at least I hope so anyway. I wrote a diary of my Trichotillomania journey, something I wish I had done with TSW and I am amazed in such a short space of time how I have changed. You start working on your mind, and the rest follows.

My hope in talking about this is that no matter what you might be going through, you are not alone - we all have these parts of us that we are scared to share for fear of rejection or ridicule. We worry that our faults make us weak when in reality, they only make us stronger.

Here's to celebrating our flaws and growing from them <3
Cara xxxx
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