Before I review my goodies from this week, I have a confession to make.
I have a scratching addiction.
You’re probably scratching *no pun intended* your head wondering how that can be. How can someone have a scratching addiction? How can someone scratch so much that they can’t stop even while they are bleeding? I honestly cannot verbalize it. I do know that I have had this problem for years, probably since I was a child. To say I have dry skin is an understatement. I was born with eczema and never learned how to fully deal with it. As a kid, I would scratch and scratch and nothing would help. Oatmeal baths, eczema creams, lotions, and everything else failed. My skin would be dry and cracked especially in the wintertime (which is quite long considering I like in New England.)
I always tried to hide my skin (impossible, isn’t it?) with long sleeves, bandaids on my hands, just about anything you can think of. It wasn’t until I met my boyfriend that I really let anyone into my world. He tries sooooo hard (bless his heart) to help. I now wear gloves when I sleep and learning that they eventually fall off in the middle of the night, I now wear socks on top of my gloves. Seems drastic but that’s exactly what I need. Something DRASTIC.
Beginning in June, I began scratching my head. It began innocently enough. I switched shampoo and I started to get dandruff which bothered me beyond words can describe. So I began to scratch and then I found out I couldn’t stop. Like I literally could NOT stop. I knew I needed to considering I lost about 50% of my hair (no exaggeraton.) Now, I have stopped for the most part. It took nights and nights of me crying and crying and trying to understand why I did what I did. My hair is still thin and a more than average amount of hair is still being lost today. But I have hope that my scalp can heal and eventually I can be where I was just months before.
I am telling you my story for selfish reasons. It feels good to write about it even if no one reads this. It is hard to explain to friends and although I have tried (self-consciousl), no one can ever truly understand. The only person who is there for me unrelently is my boyfriend. And for that I am thankful.
I am trying to take things day by day. The past few weeks, the new “spot” so to say has been my neck and as we all know, that area is not the easiest to cover up. I am trying my hardest not to touch it in any way so I can move on with my life.
Maybe I found the reason for my blog afterall. It isn’t about pink or stilettos. It is just about me and my life. My battle with my scratching addiction and the things I am learning along the way…
xoxo,
h

