Aldrich, I totally hear ya. Wanna hear about my shitty days. Sometimes I feel like I've got the devil's d*ck so far up my *** that my sh*thouse looks like a scene from Nightmare on Elm Street. Seriously though, I often think how happy and carefree I would be if I just didn't have to deal with this hair loss. Virtually every aspect of my life would change for the better. I become envious of people posting details of their happy lives on facebook because that is how I felt before my looks were eroded by hair loss.
I empathize with you needing anti-anxiety meds as well. As I often say, hair loss takes little, manageable things, and completely exacerbates them to catastrophic levels. For instance, I used to have slight anxiety yet it was never that big of an issue. Yet now I get anxiety and panic attacks all the time. That's what happens when you lose a vital part of your looks and how you present yourself to society.
And hair loss limits you as well. For instance, it's a hot as hell day here in NY and it'd be an ideal day to go to the beach. Yet when my hair is wet, it looks like complete sh*t and I don't want to walk around with my hair looking like a diffused, extremely receded mess. And what about the totally bald guys? They'd be forced to put sunscreen on their heads, which is just an extremely embarrassing thing to do. Only some socially-retarded sh*t-*** like Larry David would put sunscreen on his head.
