There are days when I get by kidding myself that things might get better or perhaps things aren’t as bad as I think they are. It’s easy to do this when you always use things to conceal your hairloss. It’s like telling a lie so often that you begin to believe it.
Today I washed my hair as usual, hundreds of hairs moulted into my hands as usual. I roll the hair into a ball and throw it away. Brush my wet hair and attempt to dissociate while I feel the strands upon strands which catch and come loose in the brush, departing my scalp. I avoid the part where I look at my wet hair most of the time, but today I looked. My soul shattered into little pieces when I realised how bad things have gotten. There was scalp shining through the top of my hair so obviously that in a panic I quickly moved to blow dry it in some vain attempt to escape that reality. When I’d finished drying it I let my eyes linger again. Scalp. See-through hair. I was looking at someone with obvious female pattern baldness. I couldn’t handle it. I threw my hair into a Ponytail to enclose my gaping part, then see the chunks of my temples that are missing. The hair on my sideburns looks frayed and wiry. My widows peak has become jagged as my hairline recedes in clumps each day. The hair around my ears is receded to the point where it looks like if had a face lift. I’m trapped. I can’t do anything with this hair. I cannot hide this anymore. I am on so many drugs that should work and don’t.
Tonight I lie in my bed and wonder how I will go on. I know in my heart that I cannot fix this. I really can’t.
Tonight I want to be dead.
I just needed to vent this, as I feel completely alone in this outside of the forum. I am a freak, even by Androgenetic Alopecia standards. I am foul and my appearance make me want to burst into tears. It makes me want to down a bottle of spironolactone and wait for the potassium to take me out.
How do we go on? How am I supposed to live with this? I don’t think I can.