Just when I think I'm getting somewhere - that I'm ok with this losing hair malarky, I'm over being upset, life goes on, I've accepted it now, etc etc - it seems another bout of anguish comes from no where!
I hadn't cried for ages - even when I realised just recently that during my blissful mini break from obsessive daily checking (while I'd happily convinced myself that having just one bald patch meant I must only have a mild case of alopecia, and therefore it would all be over and forgotten about soon...) in fact, new bald patches had developed. That was fine, though. That's what happens with alopecia. But that's fine.
Tonight, however, it wasn't fine.
Earlier, I examined my scalp and realised that a few more new patches had joined the others. The shedding seems to have accelerated again. I've been lucky so far - the most significant baldness is at the back, and as my hair was quite long and thick, I could hide it with clever styling.(Well, a tight low pony-tail; not that clever really!) Now the patches are moving more forwards, and spreading more towards the crown. If it carries on in this way, in another month or so, it might be impossible to hide.
And for some reason, that suddenly seems impossible to bear again. In a couple of weeks, I am starting a new job at a magazine, which would be nerve-racking enough at the best of times. My confidence is aleady shakey - this is quite a big step for me, as it means moving back to the city I moved away from earlier in the year. I'd been the victim of a violent crime, and needed time out to recover physically and mentally.
I've been building up to this point for months now. Alopecia couldn't have chosen a worse time to strike!
And tonight the tears came thick and fast. But I think I needed a good cry, as I feel relieved now.
I turned on my computer, and was tempted to go through all my old photos - to look at all those pictures of me and my hair in happy times - all those styles that have dressed me up for parties, helped me put on the dazzle at dancing shows, made me feel special on occasions - grieving for the hair (and confidence?) I'm losing. Funny isn't it - how I used to moan! About my hair going frizzy in the heat, or looking limp, or not doing as it's meant to when I've styled it. Now that it's leaving me, I couldn't have loved it more! It was perfect. It was mine.
But, I didn't look at the photos. Instead, I logged on to Alopecia World, and read some of the discussion boards, where within seconds I can see I'm not the only person crying over shedded hair, and worrying how I'll cope without it. Then I read some blogs, and am reminded that it really is fine. Alopecia really isn't the end of the world - in fact, for a lot of the veterans on here, in so many ways it seems to have unlocked new and wonderful paths, positive things. Some of the things I've read on this site are so insightful and inspiring - not only in relation to hairloss, but to life in general - and to think I'd never have read them had I not found a bald patch...
I've dried my tears. No doubt more will come in the future! But I'm going to sleep tonight with renewed hope. Not that my hair will stop falling out (as I desperately hoped when it first started), but that I will be able to deal with it, come what may.
It's my hair, not my life.
Thank you everybody x
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