I'm sitting at my desk right now balling my eyes out.
In the past two weeks, I have lost an alarming amount of hair, every day: huge handfuls.
I run my fingers through my formerly thick hair and it scares me, makes me depressed, and makes me feel hopeless.
I know I am not supposed to but I think I may stop my meds today, or at least start tapering down. This is unacceptable. What's the use in being "healthy" if I can't stand the sight of myself. I'm not supposed to be depressed anymore but I'm more depressed than ever.
I just tried to call my psych, but he's on fucking vacation until next Monday.
I picked up almost $50 of supplements yesterday. But that doesn't make me feel any better, since it may work, but it also may not. At any rate, those will potentially keep me from losing so much hair, but won't due as much to assist me with regrowing what I've already lost.
At this rate, I'll have to go in for a weave by the end of September.
As The Future Kings sing, "All of this medicine. All of the side effects. All of these doctors. And still nothing's changed."
I'd rather be "crazy" than ugly.
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