When it all began. . .

It was July 2015, just two months after having our second daughter, Maddox, and I started to feel a burning sensation at my hairline. Didn’t think anything of it. Over the next couple months my hair started to shed tremendously, but I just blamed it on the normal postpartum shedding until it became excessive.

I decided to go see a dermatologist who immediately found many quarter size bald spots and my hair that was once truly THE fullest, thickest head of hair was now at least half, if not more, what it once was. My dermatologist told me that I had an autoimmune disease called Alopecia Areata that could eventually lead to complete hair loss. WHAT?!?! You have got to be F#%@ing kidding me.

This was THE last thing ANY woman EVER wants to hear. I started to use some topical creams along with injections into the scalp to try to slow down the process. Nothing was working. I tried to stay as positive as possible, but my stress and anxiety level overpowered anything. ​


Nov. 1st, 2015. My last picture with Maddox while having hair.

​This picture means the absolute world to me NOT only because it was the last picture I took with Maddox with hair, but I can still see happiness in myself even though I knew that the inevitable was going to happen. It really pains me to think that Maddox will NEVER remember me with hair.


November 5, 2015 My last picture ever with hair.

I will never forget taking this picture…it is THE last picture I EVER took with hair. I can still close my eyes and remember everything about this night. My husband and I went up to Ann Arbor, MI with some good friends to watch some UofM volleyball. I remember exactly what we had for dinner, where we were sitting, and most of all not touching my hair to make sure my bald spots and thinning areas were not exposed.


Two weeks later.

Within two weeks of that picture THIS is what I now looked like… showering was THE absolute worst. (I am literally starting to cry right now because I can feel the exact pain I was feeling being in that shower over and over again,)

My hair started to come out in clumps as though I was going through chemotherapy. I can close my eyes and just see my hands full of hair and myself crying uncontrollably.

My worst nightmare had come true. It had progressed to Alopecia Totalis. Never in my wildest dreams did I EVER think it would then take my eyebrows, eyelashes and EVERY single hair on my body.

Little did I know that Alopecia would become THE biggest blessing in my life, BUT it took me almost two years to finally see the light…..

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