Hi there ladies and gentlemen,
this is probably going to be a very long post, so please don't cuss at me. I thought a long time about posting here, but I have to.
To introduce myself using my bad english: I don't want to say where I come from, I'm 28 years old and I'm balding since my birthday a year ago (oh what a cruel birthday present by fate) and I'm heavily depressed, you know, heavily. Not only because I'm balding but I have depressions since about 6 or 7 years now and balding doesn't make it better, just worse.
I'm losing my hair, it's thinning in a rapid way, and I had long hair and loved it. All my life, I adored my hair but never had it so long I had it just a few months ago where I decided to let them cut to about 6 inches in length. Every cut was a knife stabbed deeply into my soul. I'm a huge Bowie fan and I always loved his look as he is a great idol for me, I used to emulate this style or at least trying to. Make up my eyes is a daily thing for me and so is my hair on the head, or let's better say, it was. I always wear black or very dark clothes so to speak. You know what that means, and hair is a big part to it. I'm also a metaldude, I like metal music, the darker the better and my hair belongs to it. I always dreamt the dream of having long flowing hair but never got to the point except last years. I finally reached the length I always wanted and I was so proud showing it, styling it, loving it. And then, from one minute to the other, a massive hairloss began. I cried lying torn by the pain of losing my hair. And I'm still torn. What is a metal drummer without hair I think. And I'm thinking about my hair, I'm doing it at the moment, I will dream about my hairloss this night, again, I know cause I do it every night since a year now. And this is a heavy burden to carry. I tried Propecia and other chemicals at once for having a real good effect on my hair and of course, massive side effects, dry eyes, blurred vision, dark rings under my eyes (which I used to paint under the eyes), fatigue, all sorts. I don't wonder about it because bad luck is a part of my life and used to be, I never had any good luck all the time. Always when I thought it can't get worse, it must get better now, the next hole opened up where I fell into and it seems that at this time, the hole has no bottom.
Wearing dark clothes, putting on make up, being proud of it, feeling good with it, wearing a tail coat when going out, just looking and feeling good this way. But noone understands that I feel bad about my hairloss, that it's splitting me in half, noone can. Who wonders? All in my family have great full hair, the males and the females. I'm the first who is suffering MPB so it's no wonder that noone can understand. I even couldn't when I still had my full head of hair. When I lie crying on the floor swimming in my own tears, having the next attack of heavy depression and then another panic attack, all keep hitting me with their feet so the pain never ends. And they are right, I guess, I never could handle something in my life, I suffer procrastination, most of what I did ended in pieces. And if nothing happens this year, I fear that also I will end in pieces (not literally but mentally). I never talked to MPB guys about this, not because I avoided them but I just never met one and if I did, I never looked at the hair, I never judged by the look of hair. Honestly, if I would meet a bald girl, I wouldn't care. Of course, I love long hair, who doesn't, but I wouldn't care if a girl would be bald, honestly, I think girls with a buzzcut look gorgeous in their own way.
But all the girls I was talking to this time said that it's shite if a guy is bald. I'm worried. And I'm single. In the quarters where I am, you know, hair is almost a cultural thing, at least I believe that. I can't imagine myself wearing makeup while being bald, I think noone can do that (except Yul Brynner of course) and I can't imagine finding a girl for life sharing my hobbies and my taste of life when I am bald. And I'm not able to change this, I don't wanna change my way of life, I know this sounds arrogant, but it isn't meant to be. I'm vain, very vain, at the same time lost and embedded in vanity and I can't help it. The other thing is: Yes, I fell in love, I did, but I can never say it because I'm going to be bald and I know that I will look like a moron being bald. I have a bumpy head, a really bad head shape and not the face for being sly because I have a lack of masculine face shapes. I have soft traits which makes it worse. I feel this girl likes me in some way, and I like her, but I can't tell it. She's like me, we are almost twins in some way and it's a dream that will end in a nightmare, I know that. So all I do is writing stories and poems for her, painting pictures and writing songs for her, flow my artistic and my dominant romantic side, everything for her but knowing that all this will end in a big inner void

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But it's not only the bad headshape I suffer from, I also have a big ugly birthmark on my head I hate so much. Why do I know? I oncy had short hair, half an inch long, bleached to white. That's how I know so much about my headshape, my scalp. The reactions weren't very good these days, I swear. Speaking about scalp, it hurts, it hurts all the time. There's burning, itching, eczema and oodles of dandruff since 2007. I hate myself and I'm lost in self-pity and I don't know how to escape all this. I can't seek for a psychologist doing a psychotherapy because I will loose my job along my hair if that comes up. So I would need to pay everything myself and I just can't afford it, but I'd love to. I don't want to give more details about this as I fear I already wrote too much.
So what remains for a linnet like me, a linnet with a bad body shape who wants to work out but can't because of all the procrastination which will cost my life one day. I can't afford a hairpiece and never could wear one, I can't take the chemicals and drugs anymore, I'm lost.
All I could afford these times would be a head blade, but I have so much fear, such overwhelming fear. What should I do? I hope you can understand me. I have to jump into the gulch but I'm afraid to because it all will end in a nightmare, a fierce, heartpiercing nightmare.
I guess everyone can understand why I can't put in a picture of myself. I primarily don't want to but there's a chance that someone will find the thread and then my picture which would make the ass out of me.
Just don't repudiate me, I beg, I just don't know to whom I can talk. I lost my band and friends because of this, because of my wobbliness, my lack of self-confidence, but I know that some of you guys have gotten through this. What can I do because I don't know how I can get through all this pain as I know that I am such a wimp. You guys are so self-confident and you seem to be so happy without hair. I admit it: I'm so jealous

And I thank you so much for reading through this.