The Baldie Diaries: How Losing My Hair Helped Me Find Myself

Bald, Black, and blogging—three things I never saw coming, yet here we are!

So, I did a thing. I started a blog. And not just any blog—a space where I talk about life, therapy, and all the wild, beautiful, occasionally unhinged moments in between.

If you’re looking for a perfectly curated, aesthetically minimalist, “rise at 5 AM and meditate” kind of wellness space… you might be lost.

But if you like your self-improvement with a side of humor, real talk, and the occasional Did she just say that? moment—then welcome. You’re in the right place.

The Baldie Diaries is my little corner of the internet where we embrace our flaws, challenge mental health stigmas (especially in Black communities), and unpack the chaos of being human—all while keeping it light enough to laugh through the mess. Think of it as group therapy but without the awkward silences.

Why This Blog? Why Now? And Why The Baldie Diaries?

Buckle up—I’ve got some stories to tell.

Losing My Hair, Finding Myself

My hair started falling out when I was 14. High school had just begun, and every time I washed my hair, clumps came out in my hands. My mom and I searched for answers—what was happening, how to fix it, and, most importantly, how to make it stop.

Then came the doctor’s verdict:

"One of the most severe cases of alopecia areata I’ve ever seen."

Not exactly what you want to hear as a teenager.

I felt completely alone. I couldn’t find a single person who looked like me—Black, young, and going through life with alopecia. That isolation sent me into a deep depression. My grades dropped, panic attacks became routine, and before I knew it, I was sitting in a therapist’s office.

And so began The Wig Era.

For 10 years, wigs became my shield. I avoided salons, worried about the questions and stares. My mom would call ahead so I could sneak into a back room, dodging curious glances. I tried everything to regrow my hair—steroid injections (yes, 40 to 60 needles in my scalp per session), expensive treatments, and enough anxiety to last a lifetime.

The worst part? It worked—until it didn’t. The hair would grow back, only to fall out again, like some cruel joke. It was exhausting, expensive, and completely wrecked my self-esteem.

So, Why Now?

In May 2024, I graduated with my master’s in Couples and Family Therapy. Around the same time, I did something I had spent a decade avoiding—I posted my bald head on Instagram: no wigs, no filters, just me.

Then, I started wearing my bald head out in the world.

For 10 years, I hid. Every morning, I woke up, put on a wig, and styled it—not for myself, but to make other people comfortable. Meanwhile, I was suffocating. But for the past nine months, I’ve been wig-free. And while I’m not saying I’ll never go back, I can say this:

I have never felt freer.

This Blog Is Bigger Than Me

This space isn’t just about alopecia—it’s about self-acceptance, mental health, and creating representation in wellness spaces where people like me are often left out of the conversation.

This blog is for:

🖤 The little girl who cried as her hair fell out in the kitchen sink while her mother washed it.

🖤 The girl who sat in waiting rooms, trying every medication doctors threw at her—none of which ever worked.

🖤 The girl who was asked if she had cancer when her bald spots showed.

🖤 My inner child—the one who believed she had to hide instead of just be.

But The Baldie Diaries is for You, Too.

It’s a space for representation—for people who don’t always see themselves reflected in mental health conversations.

It’s where personal experience meets professional wisdom—because therapy and healing should feel real, not like a lecture.

It’s a community—an open (and slightly sarcastic) corner of the internet where we can laugh, learn, and actually feel seen.

Why You’ll Love It Here

If you’ve ever felt like therapy talk was too stiff, too clinical, or just not made for you, welcome home.

Here’s what you can expect from The Baldie Diaries:

✅ Engaging mental health discussions—without the jargon.

✅ Stories from my own journey—because healing isn’t linear, and self-acceptance takes time.

✅ The intersection of therapy, identity, and humor—because sometimes, the best way to get through life’s messiness is to laugh through it.

✅ Conversations on breaking mental health stigmas in Black communities—because representation matters.

✅ The occasional “I-can’t-believe-she-just-shared-that” moment—because vulnerability is powerful.

And Why The Baldie Diaries?

Because this isn’t just a blog.

It’s a story. A story of healing, truth, and finally stepping into the light—bald head and all.

So, if you’re ready for real talk, deep healing, and a few laugh-out-loud moments, welcome to The Baldie Diaries.

Now tell me—what’s one thing you’ve been afraid to embrace about yourself? Let’s talk. 💜