I know I should be thankful that I don’t have a life threatening disease.
I know it shouldn’t matter this much
But I’m so confused and emotional about this, I don’t know what to think.
Next week, my wig comes in and and my hair will be cut.
The reflection I’ve known for 21 years is about to change.
And I’m more insecure and unsure about anything than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Alopecia Areata sucks.