Ann Swindell's gorgeous book is exactly the book about trichotillomania I've been waiting for. She compares her suffering with the suffering of the Bleeding Woman in the Bible, enduring fatigue and isolation for twelve years as she silently deals with what her body is doing to her. And waiting for God to cure her. Spending all her money and energy and prayers for a cure. Waiting.

I’m not normally the religious type — I nod at the universe and do yoga and cross my fingers and send good vibes and pray when things are extra scary — but this book has a special power. So much of it felt lifted from my own life. Swindell talks about how she loves to read, but the pages of her books would be peppered with eyelashes she pulled out while she read. She talks about the lengthy makeup routine she put herself through every morning, hoping no one would ever notice what was hidden beneath the false eyelashes. She talks about how she revealed her bald eyelids to her fiance, how traumatic the moment was for her, even though he already knew.

From When the Universe Gives You the Book You Need at Book Riot.