Updated: Feb 3, 2020
I forced myself to go in and get a cheap haircut. It's been 13 months since I've cut my hair but I had to because it won't stop falling out. The grooming part of self care is so hard to care about. I told the woman to "please do it quick" and that "I don't really want to talk". Walking through Walmart with tears in my eyes. Going in to the post office with tears in my eyes. Driving and screaming at the sky. Thank goodness I don't give a damn what anyone thinks but still. I just wish by now I could control it. It's "just" a time of year. I don't get it. 💔
I wish that the people who played a part in taking my daughter from me could feel this pain for a day. Just one day.
Then maybe this hell would all be over with.