For most of my life, my thick, dirty-blonde hair was part of my identity. People would compliment it, and I assumed it would always be there. Then, seemingly overnight, two dime-sized bald patches appeared. Panic set in. Within a year, nearly all my hair was gone.

Girl Going Bald is where I process that descent and everything that came after. It’s a space for anyone losing their hair — from Alopecia Areata to stress shedding — to feel seen. Here, I share the messy middle: the WebMD spirals, the injections, the tears on the bathroom floor, the half‑baked experiments, and the surprising lessons about identity and resilience.

If you’re here searching for answers or just looking for someone who gets it, welcome. You are not alone. This is my story, but maybe it’s yours too.