The Path to Wholeness
I spent years hiding my skin and carrying quiet shame. Dermatillomania shaped how I saw myself, even when no one else could see my wounds.
Writing Wearing My Wounds was my way of telling the truth. In this memoir, I reveal how acceptance, gratitude, and the addition of cannabis to my spiritual practice helped me stop fighting my disorder and start listening to a higher source of wisdom. By embracing that wisdom, I began to heal,
The Wisdom of My Wounds
[1] Acceptance
I stopped treating my skin as a problem to fix and began seeing it as a messenger. This memoir shows what it looks like to live with dermatillomania without hiding.
[2] Gratitude
Gratitude didn’t erase my urges, but it softened the shame. I share simple practices that helped me notice small moments of peace in the middle of struggle.
[3] Healing
Healing, for me, is not “perfect skin.” It’s learning to be present with my body, my faith, and my wounds—and still choose love.
Latest Updates from the Journey
These posts are where I keep telling the truth about my skin, my spiritual practice, and my healing—so you don’t have to feel alone in yours.
Connect with Karen
If you see yourself in these pages—or love someone who lives with dermatillomania—I’d be honored to hear from you.Reach out with reflections or any questions you may have about embracing a spiritual practice for healing, with or without cannabis.
“My wounds are no longer the cause of my shame—they are the catalyst for gratitude
and the foundation of unconditional self-love.”
Karen Louise Roberts