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I'm sharing a page i wrote in my journal/diary today.
I write sometimes, when thoughts come together in a coherent way in my mind and actually make sense. Most of the times, I'm too depressed to even bother.
I'm not exactly sure yet why I am sharing this. Maybe I just want to vent. Maybe because I see a mental breakthrough happening. Maybe because I want to see if I can get any advice from you guys. Maybe because I just feel too damn alone.
Here it is (with explanations in parenthesis):
"My breakthroughs came too late.
I did wake up to the fact that I shouldn't just keep seeking approval, and take my hair/life into my own hands. (When I started balding, I felt guilty that I was being "vain", and constantly believed that people around me were "just better/superior than me", and that I needed to be like them. So, for a long time, I didn't get on finasteride... though I did use minoxidil).
But by the time I could break out of all the horror in my own head and even decide to do something, the game was over.
I am irretrievably lost.
But I must remind myself that I have lived a horrifying life for years and years, and even, after having grown up, struggled with its effects. Since I was a child, I have hated myself, have always lived in anxiety and confusion, and my self-esteem has been at rock-bottom level. I've loathed myself so much that as a student, I didn't buy books with my parent's money, and spent many nights hungry, because I believed I didn't deserve even food.
Because of this, I can conclude that my actions over the last three years of my hair loss journey are not my fault. (Starting finasteride too late, and finally refusing to feel the guilt of wanting a hair transplant - and being vain - only to find I am a NW6/7 diffuse with retrograde alopecia). It isn't my fault because I was not fighting only hair loss, I was also fighting demons.... and I lost.
While I understand that I must carry the pain all through my life, I can at least look at myself in the mirror with some compassion - because it is not all my fault."
I write sometimes, when thoughts come together in a coherent way in my mind and actually make sense. Most of the times, I'm too depressed to even bother.
I'm not exactly sure yet why I am sharing this. Maybe I just want to vent. Maybe because I see a mental breakthrough happening. Maybe because I want to see if I can get any advice from you guys. Maybe because I just feel too damn alone.
Here it is (with explanations in parenthesis):
"My breakthroughs came too late.
I did wake up to the fact that I shouldn't just keep seeking approval, and take my hair/life into my own hands. (When I started balding, I felt guilty that I was being "vain", and constantly believed that people around me were "just better/superior than me", and that I needed to be like them. So, for a long time, I didn't get on finasteride... though I did use minoxidil).
But by the time I could break out of all the horror in my own head and even decide to do something, the game was over.
I am irretrievably lost.
But I must remind myself that I have lived a horrifying life for years and years, and even, after having grown up, struggled with its effects. Since I was a child, I have hated myself, have always lived in anxiety and confusion, and my self-esteem has been at rock-bottom level. I've loathed myself so much that as a student, I didn't buy books with my parent's money, and spent many nights hungry, because I believed I didn't deserve even food.
Because of this, I can conclude that my actions over the last three years of my hair loss journey are not my fault. (Starting finasteride too late, and finally refusing to feel the guilt of wanting a hair transplant - and being vain - only to find I am a NW6/7 diffuse with retrograde alopecia). It isn't my fault because I was not fighting only hair loss, I was also fighting demons.... and I lost.
While I understand that I must carry the pain all through my life, I can at least look at myself in the mirror with some compassion - because it is not all my fault."