When I see a strand of my hair, I pick it up right away and check to see if it has the root attached. If the root is attached my heart hurts for it. If it’s broken then I’m a little relieved because it means the other half with the root is still on my head. This is a never ending emotional roller coaster. It’s really a nightmare I want to wake up from but the truth smacks me in the face several times a day when I see a strand on my desk, floor, bed, chair, counter, etc. I have lichen…
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