I was always proud of my hair. They’re mom’s. Abundant, curly, not too much, strong and long. The disease I have brings many surprises, as well as the pills I have to take.
Today when I combed my mane a lock of hair appeared in my hand. I’ve read that losing hair is part of the burnout syndrome, but didn’t think it would thin out mine.
I guess that I should accept the fact that my body is changing due to the burden it was carrying for so much time.
The hope that this period will not last much more helps me to persist.