I woke up this morning, lifted my head from the pillow and saw . . . a clump of hair.
I took a shower, washed and conditioned, massaged the scalp, lightly towel-dried and started to comb through - wet hair fell to the floor, over and over.
I had to sweep the bathroom.
I'm going to tell myself it doesn't mean anything.
It's NOT starting again.
It's life situations.
It's my irateness at Anonymous comments to my friends and idiotic judges and people who are parents and shouldn't be when I don't know if I ever can.
It's not happening again.
But it is.