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This is too much!
I just looked in the mirror at my hair and as soon as I saw it, I fell to the floor twitching violently like an agitated maggot.
I always took your advice, guys.
It's too hard.
I have to start afresh.
1st step was to go and see a doctor.
Today I went.
However, I only got as far as the entrance, after seeing my reflection in the door before turning around and walking home crying.
I‘m now here, lying on my bed, crying and shouting aimlessly around my room.
I even just picked up my action man, and threw him across the room in temper.
I can’t take this!!!!!
Man, I never knew it was like this!
When I go down the town, I always avoid car windows. I avoid them because if I see my reflection, it scares the living hell out of me. I find myself running away from cars in case I accidentally see myself.
I can’t help it.
When I saw my hair in the mirror last night, that was the last straw. I dropped the mirror, fell to my knees, pointed in the air with both hands, and with my head saturated in minoxidil and my horse shoe pattern shining like a beacon, I started to curse god by giving him a piece of my mind.
It hurts.
Today I went around my mums house and had an heart to heart with her.
It was all going well until I reached the front door, rang the door bell, and saw my reflection in window.
This resulted in my turning around, messing my pants and walking away crying.
Anyway, later that day, I plucked up the courage to leave my house and see her again.
I told her that I needed to start again. I told her of my hair loss problems, and how I saw myself as 2 different people. She asked what I meant, so I told her I’d give her an example.
I then, whilst waving my hands in the air in an animated fashion, started to point to my hair line whilst shouting “the hair frames the face, the hair frames the face!â€
I just looked in the mirror at my hair and as soon as I saw it, I fell to the floor twitching violently like an agitated maggot.
I always took your advice, guys.
It's too hard.
I have to start afresh.
1st step was to go and see a doctor.
Today I went.
However, I only got as far as the entrance, after seeing my reflection in the door before turning around and walking home crying.
I‘m now here, lying on my bed, crying and shouting aimlessly around my room.
I even just picked up my action man, and threw him across the room in temper.
I can’t take this!!!!!
Man, I never knew it was like this!
When I go down the town, I always avoid car windows. I avoid them because if I see my reflection, it scares the living hell out of me. I find myself running away from cars in case I accidentally see myself.
I can’t help it.
When I saw my hair in the mirror last night, that was the last straw. I dropped the mirror, fell to my knees, pointed in the air with both hands, and with my head saturated in minoxidil and my horse shoe pattern shining like a beacon, I started to curse god by giving him a piece of my mind.
It hurts.
Today I went around my mums house and had an heart to heart with her.
It was all going well until I reached the front door, rang the door bell, and saw my reflection in window.
This resulted in my turning around, messing my pants and walking away crying.
Anyway, later that day, I plucked up the courage to leave my house and see her again.
I told her that I needed to start again. I told her of my hair loss problems, and how I saw myself as 2 different people. She asked what I meant, so I told her I’d give her an example.
I then, whilst waving my hands in the air in an animated fashion, started to point to my hair line whilst shouting “the hair frames the face, the hair frames the face!â€
