So, it's been a while since Superman flew through Alopeciaworld. I kinda had to retreat for a bit. I have a new home, a new roommate, and basically new everything. A fresh start. And it's been amazing. My friends have been more supportive and loving than I ever thought they could be. What an amazing surprise when you go through something, and you realize how much you are loved and how much you mean to others.

Having said that, it's also a reminder that no one really knows what this is like, and even in their good intentions, can manage to make you feel isolated. "I love you, no matter what happens to you," is almost like a reminder that something will happen to me. "Don't worry, dude, this is totally gonna pass, trust me," is a reminder that it might not pass. And it's not their fault, really. Because they don't know. Neither do my doctor's, so called scientists, homeopathic doctor's, acupuncturists, and just about every other ounce of guidance I have sought.

But you can only be down for so long until you get tired of taking it. So I decided to grow my hair out. Slowly, my hair gets longer, and the spots become easily hidden. Now, you can barely see them. All three of my spots have sprouted hair. Each on their own time. Last week I went out for the first time without a hat. No one noticed. People came up and said "Oh my god! Your hair looks great!!!!" And it does, actually. That doesn't stop me from finding two new small ones starting. But I think I learned a thing or two about this. A spot starts, spreads, then starts to grow back in. At the same time, another starts, and doesn't get bigger. Some do. My eyebrows got thin, then almost as fast as I noticed it, they are thicker. Over all, it seems I'm turning a page for the better. So I stay off Alopecia sites, because I don't want to think about it. The mirror is enough to remind me. But, on the bright side, it's not really noticeable now. And I shed less hair. So, I've learned that there is hope. And that my hair WILL grow back. Or, it might not. But that is just to negative to think about. It will because I said it will.

I wrote my last blog, and someone who has a 3 year old commented that she loved my blog, that she was going to print it out and keep it in a safe place so that when her son gets older and understands AA, she'll read it to him over and over to give him inspiration. Amazing. Because I had read up on her blogs about her sons progress, the irony here was that her son had been inspiring me the whole time. It's one thing to be a Superman to other people, it's a whole different ball game when you are a Superman to a little boy. That's a huge responsibility. And the reality is, he has inspired me more than I could ever inspire him. And realizing that made me feel so ... small. In a good and fantastic way.

So, thanks for listening :)

-Superman