I just wanted to share a little something with you all...
Today is a VERY special day.
Today, August 4th, 2010 marks my FOUR YEAR anniversary of having won my battle against Trichotillomania.
I developed TTM when I was 12 years old and obsessively pulled out my hair [ALL OF MY HAIR] for the next 7 years. I don’t know what your thoughts are, but I think that junior high and high school are hard enough years, without adding “being bald” to the list.
On August 4th 2006, my dear friend Sarah and I prayed and laid our hands on my head, begging God to heal me, and He did. I stopped that very day. If I ever needed any proof that we serve and active and compassionate God, that was it. I was at the point where I thought “I’m not going to have hair on my wedding day.”
So now, 4 years later, my hair is down far past my shoulders and I am so, so thankful for every strand of it. Sometimes, when I dream, I still dream that I don’t have hair, and when I wake up, I am so, so thankful that it’s there. I rarely get hair cuts, despite being a cosmetologist, because I don’t want to part with any of it.
So today, I just want to say... there is HOPE. There is real, living HOPE for you to overcome your battles with addiction, depression, anxiety, and whatever else it might be. I promise you there is. I've seen it in my own life.
Let's make today your anniversary too.
