For most people with trichotillomania, they can pinpoint the moment that unearthed the following years of internal struggle. In my case, I can trace it back to the third grade, when I was eight years...

My anxiety has this habit of creeping up on me; it’s like a stubborn child that doesn’t ever want to let go of a piggyback ride, so the arms just get tighter around my neck, and my throat starts to...