My long long hair fell out after illness one year ago (March 2014). I no longer look like a scalped scarecrow but it is still hideously short. I realize that I have been depressed about my hair for a whole year. Two wigs later, I hate myself so much I can't even cry about it anymore. I am unemployed, I rely on my family for money. I am too tired to live, I am too tired to die. Not only am struggling with the ugliness of short hair and the psychology attached to it (thanks for that mom) but my new hair has grown back 95% grey and coarse as hell. I cannot leave the house. I lied about being unable to cry. I cry every single day. I am crying now.