It's been nearly three years now since I lost my hair.
I've always tried to resist from checking in the mirror every morning,but recently there have been little signs that my poor withered follicles have been trying their best to express themselves.
New eyelashes seem to be sprouting around my left eye, and some rather straggly, but very welcome, eyebrows are emerging on the right.
(This is going to be a VERY interesting look if it comes to fruition!)
I also seem to have a little Mohawk of white fluff too, which is rather exciting, but I'm not getting my hopes up too high.
Now, I'm sure that you are finding this to be very interesting indeed, (not!) but the reason why I wanted to write about this is because I've come to the conclusion that having Alopecia has probably been the most positive thing that has happened to me in a very long time.
Alopecia has taught me two valuable lessons that I will never forget, even if I start sprouting for England:
I cannot control everything.
Alopecia cannot be 'fixed', no matter how hard I work, or however many hours I put in.
Alopecia will do what Alopecia wants.
Nobody will ever judge me as harshly as I judge myself.
(I'm sure that this is the same for every human being on planet Earth, it just took me a while to realise this.)
Therefore, nothing will ever be as scary or terrifying as the things I tell myself.
I am so very glad that I have something that is so visible, if my anxiety had manifested a condition that you couldn't actually see, I am sure that I would have just 'cracked on' or 'soldiered through'.
Alopecia made not just myself, but my family reconsider what we actually wanted from life.
And life is a lot better.
Thank you Alopecia.