What Depression Can Look Like by Terri Rimmer

This is depression. I go through this every few weeks. This is the most I've had to cut off. These are massive tangles I get in my hair because I'm too depressed to brush it. Now my hair looks terrible but it feels better. Now I can color it again.

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