Opening statements....

Ok, I have not done this before but here goes nothing...

I am 32 and I love to do hair. I have been semi natural off and on for about 2 years until I came to the realization that I hated me. I hated everything about me. From my glasses to my hair to my weight. March 2005 I got mad at myself and shaved my hair off in the middle of the night while all in the house slept. I even went so far as to use my husband's shaving cream and razor to make my head squeaky clean bald. Needless to say he was shocked to hell! lol I grew a magnificent head of hair with patience and lots and lots of water. Then I got dumb and relaxed it (Yes sistas I know , I know). Later I got stressed about me and life and it all broke off. March 2006 I B/C'd again and this time left it alone but I had no clue at the time how to take care of natural hair so I ran a 5 minute texturizer through my hair. Bought maintenance products and kept on going. By October I had a HUGE fro'. Was happy as hell! Then I got sick and depressed in January and all of my hair started to split and fall out. So on the 16th of that month, my husband cut off all of my hair. I know now that my hair products and some other factors contributed to my illness, and will NEVER EVER go back to relaxers, or texturizers, not even hair color. My daughter is natural, and blessed to be beautiful and crazy funny! My son is...well he is who he is lmao. But I love him and he is a walking living miracle people. My husband, I love him and but then I wish he would grow up a little bit. Everday is a house full of children and I am the ONLY adult in it!. Don't get me wrong I love him I truly do, but he has no sense of the word GROWN. Ok I'm done.