This last year has been a singular lesson in commitment for me. I usually don’t share too much about my life past my hair on this blog but for the last year I’ve been working on completing a doctorate program. My life has been an unending barrage of writing and revising my dissertation chapters. Part of the reason why you’ve seen so few posts from me is that I’ve not had the capacity to sit and write about hair.
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, but more that I just could not. There a number of posts drafts that are taunting me, wanting to know if they’ll ever see the light of day and in truth some might not because their time has passed. Like my post on the Gabrielle “Gabby” Douglas debacle, I honestly did not see where people got off thinking it was their right to dictate how another person should look and what should be beautiful to anyone. If I had finished that post, I am quite certain I would have been rather proud of myself, but life happened.
So today instead of talking about the things that got me all sorts of riled up and bothered so far this year, I will take the opportunity to talk about myself– haha. To say that I have been living in a persistent state of stress over the last year, would be putting it rather mildly. And yes, this is a rather familiar experience for doctoral candidates the world over. The stress has kept me from sleeping, my poor family and friends have to put up with my crabby attitude when insomnia strikes , which it does often.
However, the most disturbing indicator of the amount of stress that I am under is my hair. It is literally falling out out of my head. I mean, I’ve said before I’m a natural-born shedder, I have very thick hair and since I embarked on this better hair care regimen, I’ve noticed a stark reduction in breakage. The strands in my sink and on my comb have the root of the hair attached and are full length. These days though, the shedding is way more than normal and I’ve got to be honest, I’m a bit worried because I still have months of horrible stress on my horizon. And every time I touch my hair, I lose what to me seems like quite a bit of it.
At the same time, I think I need to change my hair regimen. My hair is getting longer but it’s not responding to my regimen as well as it used to. I think I may have over-moisturized my hair and now I need to determine the new needs of my hair and act accordingly. However, I don’t have the time or the patience to invest in my hair right now, I need for it to be a non-issue so that I can get done with school, my number one priority right now. I just hope that I still have hair by that time. Thank God, I don’t have patches or holes.
Sorry for the rant, welcome to my life.
–(not yet hairless) iNky