The impact of hair loss is one and only one, everything else comes later: confusion
Simple as that. Confusion. It confuses you and everyone else. It translates for others into something that should not be happening, something that doesn’t fit, something weird, consequently something not accepted. For you, it steals your youth. Whether you let it manifest into more serious phases, it has come, it has found you, it has changed your appearance and path in life because how you feel is only one side of the coin. It also matters how others feel about it. It is a gigantic waste of time, money and stress that can have minimal impact on someone and ruin someone else’s life entirely. The saddest fact is that you shouldn’t have to go through it but we all do. And since it is not something we caused, we feel wronged and we should. Now, why science hasn’t found a cure I don’t know. The fact that billions are being generated through medication and transplants convince me that we will never see a cure until both of them are considered “old” tactics in general. So give it another 300 years. The truth is I lost my youth inside more than outside. And by the way, a big F you to all those incels who think they are balding but they aren’t. For me, baldness took away things I could have done many times more and in a much better mood, simple as that. I am not even thirty and I look older than thirty. Back then, going out with a girl while having the hair of a dying 70y old isn’t exactly favorable. It just made me feel like Benjamin Button, let me put it this way.
For me, playing around with finasteride means two things: a. You’re not balding and you’re a moron and b. You’re balding and doing it all wrong.
If you are balding and want hair, go all in. If you’re not balding and having minor tellogen effluvium or maturing hairline please don’t.
The sooner you fix this the better. Either by having transplants and medications or by contouring the rest of your face to something that makes a woman focus on it rather than your shiny, alien-looking desert of dead follicles.
f*** alopecia and whoever gave it to me.