Bash
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My sanity is gone. I use to be able to think...about important things. Real actual intelligent thoughts. No more.
Today I just feel like a superficial, shallow balding shell of a man who foolishly obsesses about something beyond his control. And I try, lord do I try, to regain some of the sanity and level headed spirit I had when approaching problems but it feels like it's gone.
I have managed to forget about hairloss for maybe weeks at a time,if I'm lucky,but find myself in that hole again later on if i'm down for some other reason. It's like a kick when you're already down. A problem with no solution that effects almost everything I choose to do.
I dread the day when I encounter a real problem, like a disease, the harm of a loved one, or terrible financial issues. All possible scenarios. How the hell am I gonna handle these when I don't even have the will to dispose of my hairloss' emotional problems.
I just hide...with permanent hats, concealers, avoid strong lights..for two years...and it just keeps getting worse making it harder to give those addictions up...how the f*** did I let it get this far? What kinda of a man am I? One that hides...that's who. How much respect do I deserve when I can't even respect myself?
Just hoping the treatments will kick in is fuckin agony...especially after a most terrible shed that's left me in a MUCH worse condition (believe me, it's no exaggeration). I feel like I'm putting life on hold while hoping the treatments will kick in..like i'm wasting my youth just hoping and might end up being screwed when nothing happens (which is most likely) but I just can't stop hoping, I've invested too much into this already.
I'm 24, thought I had it all figured out by 20 untill I started losing my hair at 21. My sanity, self-confidence and youthful naivity was gone with my hair. And I hate myself for letting it effect me so much.
Not only my sanity was lost throughout this obsession but my former proud self is gone as well.
P.S sorry for you guys who have read this in search of comfort...there is none.
Today I just feel like a superficial, shallow balding shell of a man who foolishly obsesses about something beyond his control. And I try, lord do I try, to regain some of the sanity and level headed spirit I had when approaching problems but it feels like it's gone.
I have managed to forget about hairloss for maybe weeks at a time,if I'm lucky,but find myself in that hole again later on if i'm down for some other reason. It's like a kick when you're already down. A problem with no solution that effects almost everything I choose to do.
I dread the day when I encounter a real problem, like a disease, the harm of a loved one, or terrible financial issues. All possible scenarios. How the hell am I gonna handle these when I don't even have the will to dispose of my hairloss' emotional problems.
I just hide...with permanent hats, concealers, avoid strong lights..for two years...and it just keeps getting worse making it harder to give those addictions up...how the f*** did I let it get this far? What kinda of a man am I? One that hides...that's who. How much respect do I deserve when I can't even respect myself?
Just hoping the treatments will kick in is fuckin agony...especially after a most terrible shed that's left me in a MUCH worse condition (believe me, it's no exaggeration). I feel like I'm putting life on hold while hoping the treatments will kick in..like i'm wasting my youth just hoping and might end up being screwed when nothing happens (which is most likely) but I just can't stop hoping, I've invested too much into this already.
I'm 24, thought I had it all figured out by 20 untill I started losing my hair at 21. My sanity, self-confidence and youthful naivity was gone with my hair. And I hate myself for letting it effect me so much.
Not only my sanity was lost throughout this obsession but my former proud self is gone as well.
P.S sorry for you guys who have read this in search of comfort...there is none.