I’ve heard it said that our hair holds memories. The way our children play with it as they go to sleep, the way your lovers hair smells, etc. I have struggled with letting go; knowing you’re happy, praying for peace in your home, hoping you’re healthy, but I still having so many unanswered questions. I’ve gone on a date (that was awful), I’ve been out with friends but my heart still aches. So today, I made an attempt to release myself from some of my memories and cut my hair.









