01/05/2026
I found my first white hair today.
So naturally, I held a board meeting with my scalp.
Today, history was made.
I found my first white hair.
Not a strand. A statement.
A tiny silver flag planted on my head by time itself.
And instead of panicking, I did the math. Because trauma taught me many things, but calculations were one of them.
If the average life expectancy for women in South Africa is around 65… then I have officially spent 60% of my life.
That’s 14,600 days.
350,400 hours.
And approximately 97% of those hours were spent solving problems I didn’t create.
So this white hair?
It’s not aging.
It’s a trophy.
Proof that I survived relationships, career shifts, health battles, expectations, reinventions, and people who said “just relax” like it was a medically approved treatment plan.
I left one path and fully stepped into psychotherapy 13 years ago.
Best decision.
Because after becoming a psychotherapist, I learned two things:
Everyone has issues.
The people who say they don’t… usually have premium subscription issues.
I also learned I’m not the only person whose brain creates 47 alternate conversations before breakfast.
Comforting.
And here’s my philosophy:
If Plan A fails, there are 25 more letters.
And if all letters fail, invent symbols.
Who said survival has to be alphabetical?
So no, I’m not sad about this white hair.
I earned it.
And if more come… they better arrive with respect.
Stress really said, “Let me decorate your scalp.”
Apparently wisdom is silver, not gold. Inflation affects everything.
I’m not aging. I’m becoming a limited edition.
Therapy taught me healing. Life taught me sarcasm.
My hair is now fact-checking my age publicly.
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