Our hair is our crown, our glory.
When something, or some things, happen to us, it is held in our bodies. But most of all, in our hair.
Negative energy, sorrow, pain, depression. Think of how drab and limp our hair gets when we’re sick. How it falls out when we’re depressed and anxious.
When I threw out my last husband after he hit me (the one time, I didn’t stick around for more, finally!) one of the first things I did was chop off my hair. It was almost to my waist. I chopped it off to my chin.
DRASTIC, especially for me. I loathe my hair short.
But it felt so freeing. I removed so much negative energy that had been following me for so long.
I’ve only chopped it short once since, when another really shitty situation was ongoing. It ended not long after I got rid of the hair.
It’s back to being super long again and I love it. But I will not hesitate to chop it again if I feel the weight of nastiness lurking.