Hi. I've been dealing with trichotillomania for three years. I hate myself for it. I remember the one day I realized I was doing it. I hate that day. I really wish I could've told myself to stop, but I continued. Now I'm here, believing it will get worse. My mom doesn't help but make it worse. She's never helped me with it. All she does is remind me of the failure I am. Oh how worried I am for the future. The thought of not succeeding. I want to have a happy life but I ruined it. I could've stopped. And I didn't. I only made it worse. I hate myself so much. I shouldn't be worried but I am. I love my dad so much. He gives me comfort. But recently he's been going through a lot. Yes he was drunk that night, but he said he was trying to kill himself which scared me. I love him so much and I can't afford to lose him. I can't live with my mom. I don't like being with her. She's the reason for my trich. She's the reason for my dads drinking. That one summer. She wanted a divorce that summer.