Who knew brushing your hair was a herculean task?!

It sounds ridiculous, but you can tell how I’m feeling by my hair. After my future mother-in-law passed away in November, the natural progression of grief kicked in and I lost all motivation to do anything… including brushing my hair. The five minutes of energy and concentration it would take for me to run a comb through my wet hair and hit it with a blow dryer was beyond what my body and mind were capable of. .

I remember texting my best friend, recognizing that this wasn’t a good sign. “I’m feeling really depressed. I don’t want to do anything. I can’t wash my face or blow dry my hair.” I felt like every minute of the day was a race to get back into bed or on the couch, the only places I felt safe. I was cutting corners wherever I could just to get there faster. First world problems, I know, but also a really big indication of how I was performing in the rest of the world. The better you can be with yourself, the better you can be with those around you… and I wasn’t being good to myself at all.

This stretch of time, from January to the end of March, I’ve noticed I feel stronger than other months. The holidays are over, there are no birthdays, no death anniversaries, etc. I’ve slowly regained my energy– working out more, being more social, and doing my hair!

Last night I powered through a session with with my trainer, showered and danced around to Ariana Grande, started building a shelf for my closet, then had dinner with my mom where I cried about my dad’s final days.

But I wiped the tears, finished that damn shelf, and DID. MY. HAIR!

A good hair day and a good me day