My hair is a prelude to my mental illness,an introduction to the dissatisfaction with stability within me; The first time I ever dyed my hair, I was sixteen,a peak in the development, rather lack thereof;my brain once a high-functioning factory,now a run-down fun house,cracked mirrors replacing every assembly linethat used to cycle through its daily […]
Hair-Tied Up in Madness
Girl Interrupted 
It wouldn’t let me like this, but thank you so much for republishing my work!
LikeLiked by 1 person