Hate it

Due to the amount of damage and breakage on my hair I made the bold decision to cut it short. I hate it. I hated it when I left the salon I cried. It had to be cut off there was no other option. I don’t look or feel like me anymore. My hair was the one thing I always took pride in although it wasn’t long I always made my hair look it’s best. Anything less then perfect wouldn’t do. 

There’s another reason I don’t like my hair so short it takes me back to a very unhappy time in my life. It brings back too many memories I try hard to forget until my counselling sessions come along. I have a story to tell I have my deepest darkest secrets to shed light on they’ve been buried within me for too long. This hair cut just brings things up to the surface. I feel like I’m seeing that scared broken person again. I’m trying very hard to see the positives in the hair cut but I’m struggling. I hope that it might help me overcome the Trichotillomania but only time will tell.  


Author: always over thinking things

I'm 33 years old,married and I'm a full time mum to 2 boys. My eldest is 6 and the youngest is a year old. My eldest boy is on the autistic spectrum and my youngest is 2 and has a congenital heart defect called tetralogy of fallot. My blog is about my children, about me and my way of dealing with the life I've been given. It's a way of expressing my emotions and feelings through words. This is done anonymously as I want to keep myself away from people who don't know what's happening in my life.

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