I have finally found a lovely hairdresser. She totally understands my hair and my emotional screw-ups.
After trying to rescue my hair, it started to really break up so I went for a drastic chop.
Lucky I'm not bald...
I am still angry with myself that I dyed my hair, but I'm so happy that I have found a sympathetic snipper that thinks silver hair is lovely.
My biggest challenge is a) the people that thought I'd finally 'seen sense' and dyed my awful silver out back to a 'normal' colour again and b) the boredom of growing out knackered, bleached straw to get my lovely, natural hair back.
I don't do well with boredom.
But at least I've found a hair-dresser that gets it.