rip my hairbrush.
Once upon a time I wrote a post about cutting a chunk of my hair out bc I didn’t brush it for so long because… depression. Apparently I deleted it. Oops. But you could probably consider this part two.
Whenever I am not doing well, my hair tends to be the first thing to suffer. I will literally go days (or a full week or two) with it in the same bun. Never taking it down to wash or brush. If I’m feeling ok, I might spray the top with some dry shampoo. I said might. To all those who tell me I’m the queen of messy buns/ my messy buns are goals: spoiler alert. They aren’t.
Last week, I brushed my hair for the first time in more than 2 weeks (yes I know, I’m a actual garbage). When I did, I didn’t lose a chunk of hair (I probably did), I lost a chunk of hair brush. Yes- it was that bad. Insert picture here:
I decided to stop being disgusting and wash my hair and use and entire bottle of detangler and then wash it again (I have a lot of hair). I also had to buy a new brush. I’m choosing to post this because I appreciate all the people who have told me “it’s ok you’re not gross. It’s normal for depression.” But it’s not normal and it is gross and I admit that. I want to do better than that. I know I am capable of doing better than that. I know I don’t have to have a full face of makeup and spend an hour on my hair, but I should be brushing it, washing it, basic hygiene, ya know? I still manage to brush my teeth twice a day come hell or high water so why can’t I brush my damn hair?
This is my promise to do better.
I guess this is more of a depression update than anything. I’m doing much, much better this week so far by the way. New hair brush and I are ready to take on the week.