[Don't] Call Me Crazy: 33 Voices Start the Conversation about Mental Health

by Kelly Jensen

Even though trichotillomania is a daily struggle, I find ways to laugh at it. Hairstylists get a kick out of when I say, “Hey, whoa, hey, be careful with the shampoo—I don’t have eyebrows. Please don’t wipe them off.” My guy rolls his eyes when he kisses my forehead and I say to be very, very careful with my eyebrows. Because I don’t have any. In case he didn’t know. When a delivery person rings the buzzer and I only have one brow drawn on, I can’t go down to get the package because I won’t let my face with only one bangin’ brow be seen by anyone. I’m still pulling. If I’m not pulling, I’m twirling my hair. Or fidgeting with something. I probably will pull and fidget my whole life.