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I bought a wig just for fun but might permanently need it.

About three months ago, I discovered a patch in the front off my hair was missing. I was almost like it had been ripped out by the root. I was in a panic but then I remembered that I lost some hair in the same spot two years earlier after having my daughter. My son was 6 months old at the time so I figured that it was just something my body did after having a baby.

Before I spotted this patch, I had ordered a wig off of Amazon because I liked the style. I hadn’t anticipated that I might actually NEED it. I usually brush my hair back so I never saw the missing hair until one day I wanted to do different styles in my hair before the wig arrived.

For the most part, the patch didn’t change. No hair grew back but I also didn’t lose anymore. Until two days ago, I was beginning to accept that the patch would be there for a while. I was going to braid my hair and I made a part in the middle. I knew I was going to see the patch but I had no idea that I’d see another one!

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At this point I’m self diagnosing myself and wondering why in the world is my hair falling out in patches. I’m thinking I have lupus, alopecia, I’m dying. It not only made me worry about my health but also me self conscious. I can’t comb my hair the way I like or do certain styles.

It really bothers me now more than ever because I don’t know why this is happening. I’m kind of nervous to see a doctor. What if it’s really bad news? Pray for me! I’ll try to continue to write updates on my hair loss.

I made a Review for the wig. And hopefully I can just wear it for fun and not NEED it permanently. I’ll try some remedies for hair loss and tell you guys how it goes.

As usually, ((HUGGS & LOVE))

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Except from The Crossing

After her sister was killed, she made it her mission to visit the station every day for three months straight. She interviewed people around town, pieced together clues, and gave constant information about her sister. We don’t need to hear another story about how much of a sweetheart she was, is what she’d get in response. It pissed her off. If her father was still living, the lack of results would have killed him. Hell, if her father was still alive, he’d have had the killer strung up by the balls a long time ago.

Reya didn’t have any newspaper clippings with her this time nor a folder stuffed to the brim with evidence. She opened her car door, stepped out, and hurried over to the station entrance before anyone got the chance to tell Detective Warren she was there. Undoubtedly, he’d make a mad dash for the back exit.

Reya pushed the station door open. She heard groans and a surprising amount of “Oh nos!”

“Detective Warren, please.” She said in her most polite voice once she reached the front desk.”

In a rushed manner the officer at the desk said, “He’s out to lunch.”

Reya checked her phone. “It’s 10:45 AM.”

The girl at the desk shrugged.

In the distance Reya heard a loud voice cackling then Detective Warren came parading around the corner.

Reya turned and glared at the front desk officer who, in turn, blushed pink. She spun back around, and her eyes met with the Detective’s. The smile on his face melted away like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. That’s the look she expected.

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The reality of my life as a single mother.

If any of you have read my posts in the past, you’ll know that I left a very bad relationship about 2 years ago. What I never updated you on was that I went back to my ex a year later. Long story short, I was living the exact same hell as before and then some. Surprised? I surely acted  like it was surprising.

So, four months ago I truly decided that I had had enough. I spent the day feeling miserable and down, wondering what kind of life I was living.  My ex’s family had flown up to LIVE with us just a week prior. From the moment they came, I could tell my ex was unhappy. So from him being OKAY and us being in a decent place at the time, the added stress of  having 3 more people in the house got to him. It showed in the way he treated me because as usual he never took his frustrations out on who caused it. And here I was feeling out of place, getting treated like I was a plague to his existence.

I snapped emotionally. I decided that I didn’t want to stay there any longer. I told him I wanted to leave and he told me no. Months before, he had implied that in order for me to leave, I’d have to be dead, so a part of me was afraid to go. He also had my debit card and refused to give it back to me because his money was on it ($19) and told me when I started working I could get it back. I made sure to call my sister in the middle of the drama so if anything happened, someone would know. After realizing that I was telling my sister everything that was happening, he snatched the phone from my ear and left the room.

Guys, there is so much that happened that night that I might just make a video about it. What ended up happening was I packed a weeks worth of clothes for the kids and I, got my cousin to pick us up, and left the apartment around 12am. He was so pissed; if looks could kill, I’d be dead.

There was constant fighting and back and forth after that. Then he’d pretend to be good and act like he was changing only to flip out when I said I was never going back to him. I felt nothing. Plus I had already told all my family members what really happened behind closed doors and if I even thought about going back to him, they wouldn’t let me hear the end of it.

Within a months time, I got a job. It felt like forever! I was blessed to get hired at a daycare so my kids could be there with me. I love my job and honestly the hardest part about it has been getting to and from work. I catch the bus at 7 am but I have to leave the house by 6:35 am in order to make it there in time. Sometimes, if I’m late, I have to carry my daughters the entire 20 minute walk. It might not seem like much but when it’s pitch black outside, you’re carrying around 68 lbs plus their backpacks, and you have to power walk, it’s tiring mentally and physically.

The afternoons aren’t any better. It takes me an hour to get home from work between the bus and walking. It’s a 13 minute drive! Then the sun is so hot some days, I want to pass out. And those are usually the afternoons where I carry my daughters in my arms because I know if I feel weak, hot, and tired then they do too.

It’s not easy. Sometimes I cry and pray and cry and pray because I don’t know what else to do. Each blessing comes with another challenge and I feel so burnt out. I am grateful for everything, it’s just hard trying to keep going when you feel like you have nothing left.

I can say that this experience has shown me that there is a serious need for assistance to help people who have been in my shoes. I hope that I can start some sort of charity to help people get on their feet especially with kids and little to no one to turn to.

The truth is, I’m better off now than I was two months ago. It’s all about progress. Yes, I struggle a lot but it’s only for a shot time. I hope to get a car, more than anything, so that my kids don’t have to go through this. One day!  By the way here’s a Video  of what outside looks like when I head to work.

As always ((HUGGS & LOVE)) and I plan to write more soon!