Faking it till I make it.
That is my way out of this depressive I find myself wallowing in. I have been inspired by any on this site but most recently by Mish you is optimism personified. I want a piece of cake she is eating. A large slice of that cake :)
I am sick to death of letting 200 hundered bit of dead keratin wafting around me rule my day. I am more than my hair, I have so much to give this world, but if I let the hair be the focus then I will fail. I am going to let myself mourn for the hair I am losing but that will be it, I will not mourn for the life that could have been in 50 years time. I have seen too much in the contrary on this site. People, everyday people, living fulfilling lives enriched by the fact that they won the battle against themselves, and we can be our harshest critics.
So I have an appointment to look at wigs. This is a big step for me, as I always thought wigs would be admitting defeat. SUddenly I find, it could be my freedom. My victory :)
Wishing myself luck.
And letting me love myself for the person I am and the person I can be.