You wouldn’t think it true but I feel this very strongly and although it took me a long time to come to this conclusion that my hair colour can dictate my mood.
I have been doing all the natural look colours since I finished my job last year, dark brown and medium brown were my go to colours because I couldn’t maintain the constant colour I used to do when I was working and we had the extra income.
I haven’t been blonde since I was 22 and then it was only for a few weeks and I got bored and went red.
In this last year I have pushed the hair boundaries because I really didn’t have anything else to do. I went mega bright orange, it did get me tonnes of attention and some days I can handle the attention but most days I just want people to sod off.
Slowly I creped all the way to a beautiful, platinum blonde, it was perfect not brassy or patchy. All my hairdresser friends gave me the thumbs up on my handy work. So I need to be proud right. Well this colour did affect my mood and I lost much of my positivity and confidence. I lost myself and in a short amount of time my bipolar disorder had flicked it’s on switch and I ended up in the mental ward at the hospital. The time I spent in the hospital was my first steps towards ECT and when the ECT was finished I was still beautiful blonde. *BLAH
I feel that the blonde colour has bad memories and uncomfortable ideals are now attached to it. This is as much my bipolar mindset as just me being slightly insane also.
I’m now a month on from my ECT, and yes my manic switch has reset it’s self but I’m still depressed quite low actually and I need to reroute my feelings. I have decided to you guessed it, change my hair colour to mega bright RED. I have loved my red in the past and show my utmost confident self in the red.
Being able to change my hair whenever wherever works for me. My hair has always been important to me. MC prefers me red to any other colour. *AWW
I have so many wonderful red headed women to mimic the colour of;
I think my biggest inspiration for the red bombshell is my grandmother she is a fabulous, loud, life of the party, old entertainer and her trademark red hair has seen her through her whole life. I try so often to emulate everything she brings to the table. She has always been a strong supporter of me too.
So I’m going to try my form of colour therapy and go red and hope that I get the rise I need in my confidence and have a good run.