I’ve managed to catch a cold/flu buggy thing again. Lucky me. But I was doing a bit of pondering over this last week as I would take my dog for his early morning walk (which he is still waiting for today by the way) about life. I’d walk along the streets in the brisk morning and just think about how lucky I am to be here, to be healthy (for the most part) to have my hearing, my sight and my wits about me. I am alive. What a gift huh? It isn’t going to last forever, we only have this moment because the future is uncertain and not promised to any of us. How could I have let the last 8 (almost 9) years slip away. Not lived, but only existed. What a waste that has been. My hair loss has caused me more agony and devastation than anything. I’ve felt I’ve lost myself a little bit each time I watched tons of my hair fall out and my scalp showed a little more. I’ve felt depression so deep and never thought I’d have strength to get out of bed again.
But here I am, realizing more and more each day that while my hair is really so unimaginably thin, I have so much to be grateful for. I am so very lucky. I think that is so important to never lose sight of. Trust me when I say I know your pain and know it intimately, but while I can’t 100% say “I am not my hair” and move on completely, I am able to put things into a much better perspective and my coping skills have improved dramatically to where I can at least know that life is more than hair, I have a lot to offer this world as do you. This is our time, here and now. Don’t let you hair loss make you change yourself, who you are. The people who love you will love you no matter what, it’s not your hair they love, it’s YOU.
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wow! your amazing! i wish i could be so strong?unfortunatley im not…but thanks for sharing
gypsy
Hi Gypsy – I work on just living and reminding myself how precious life is and to waste it because of my hair loss would be an unbelievably incredible waste of my life. I’ve already let it steal 8 years away, I don’t want to wake up one day and find myself an old woman who spent all of my years crying and suffering over the amount of hair on my head. I really just try and remind myself constantly. I am not immune to the ravages of hair loss, I still get really down and sad at times, but I try to get past them asap. I’ll be the first to admit hair is important, it matters. But life matters more and so many women (myself included) have shut out the world, their friends, their husbands and boyfriends because of their hair loss. This is time we’ll never get back. So we have to our best to make the best treatment decisions we can live with, wear hair, or not…. but to always know our beauty isn’t on our heads, it is in our hearts.
~Y