Tonight I'm having one of those rough nights. I had just got done washing and styling my wig and thats all it took for my mini-breakdown. I miss having actual hair to cut, color and style.
I don't resemble anything close to who I was before my relapse. My hair isnt even growing in anymore. There are times that I question if I would have never began using thr wig, would my hair have grown back?
Why cant I accept this new me? The bald, chunky, squinty eyed new me. I feel so wretched.
I miss the person in the photo. I miss the happy, go-lucky person I was before my relapse. Is she gone? Will she ever come back? Only time will tell.
