White hairs appeared in my thatch of brown in my early thirties. It was a panicky moment when I first noticed them. To me white hair meant old age had caught up with me. My late husband’s had streaks of white from his twenties, and people always thought him double his real age. Worried at the thought of it, I took to coloring.
Over the years, my hair lost its shinning luster, and are falling off at a great speed. I feel wretched at my thinning hair, and powerless at how to stop their falling off. When I shampoo my hair, clutches of them cling to my hands.
Alarmed 😧, I think of stopping to use hair color. The moment lasts, till I notice my face thin, lifeless, and wane without the halo of brown hair around it. There goes my resolution—- I take to coloring again.
One thing I have found out is that people who think, and worry, are more likely to suffer increased amount of hair loss, and thinning of hair. Those who don’t bother their heads are less likely to suffer hair loss, and have abundance of hair. Examples I can quote in my own family. One relative who is in his eighties has thick hair despite his medical problems. Another one who is in his early fifties supports a mass of thick hair.
When we lived in Houston, Son, and I were looking at houses. One lady who was in her forties was also looking around. She had a mass of lovely grey hair. I had a thought that If I had not subjected my hair to coloring, my hair would have looked the same.
Flowers and Breezes 