I do what I can to hide what’s happening.
I part it a certain way.
I had my hair cut shorter to make it appear thicker. I am beyond grateful to her. While blowing it out with a big brush, my hairdresser styles my hair frequently. Then, so that’s part of who I am. I have transitioned from hysteria to detachment. It’s a well I no longer cry about my hair loss. Somehow what really was happening makes me feel less than the person I used to be, Know what guys, I shouldn’t be ashamed. Besides, I am loath to give this any more power. That’s right! I know I’m making progress. My hair is still falling out.
Know what guys, I know I have done everything in my power to remedy it, it still makes me sad.
It’s time to stop fighting and to accept the cards I’ve been dealt.
As a matter of fact, lately it seems to have increased. The first things in my opinion about is what my hair will look like by therefore, when I commit to a social engagement months away. Still, I’m pretty sure I worry about others noticing my hair loss, about what my head will look like tomorrow, next week, next year. Like me, for a long time. Women across the country and globally who, are struggling to conceal their hair loss and handle the deep emotional ll it will take. Whenever coping mechanisms, hair pieces, the numbers of hairs that fall out and where we lauded considerate doctors and condemned dismissive ones, we met on the Women’s Hair Loss Project, an online support network where we traded information about treatment options. My father and brother have varying degrees of hair loss and my mother always had fine hair.
My maternal aunt had very little hair on the p of her head, classic female pattern baldness. I’ve had to face the truth, after exhausting my options. I was in cr. Watching my hair abandon me put me in a dark place. Essentially, I’d sob in my husband’s arms and talk about my hair constantly and obsessively. Those around me, even if they’ve been there for me, didn’t quite understand why this was affecting me so brutally. I went to therapy for a year and began taking antidepressants. Furthermore, for a long time, I’ve kept my secret close to me.