The Day My Hair Started Falling Out (And the Faith That Grew in Its Place)
I remember it like it was yesterday. One random day in February, I woke up, and my hair started falling out. At first, it wasn’t much. I was dramatic about it—but if you know me, you know how much hair I have. I call it my lion’s mane. So, I brushed it off (literally), took a few pictures, and went on with my day.
But that night? More hair was gone.
The next day? Even more.
By Day 3, I was officially concerned.
By that evening? Panicked.
And on Day 4, my hair started turning gray.
The devil is a lie.
I got in my car and started driving—desperate to find a dermatologist who could tell me what in the world was happening. And God led me to an amazing one. I’ll never forget how gentle she was with me. I was spiraling. And even though she had already explained the procedure, I forgot all about agreeing to a scalp biopsy. So when she reached for the needle to numb my scalp, I froze.
She paused, set it down, looked me dead in my overwhelmed eyes and said,
“Breathe. I got you.”
Y’all, I could’ve cried. My guardian angel in a white coat.
When the results came back, the biopsy confirmed what I didn’t want to hear: the hair in that area would never grow back. She recommended a steroid shampoo to slow the process. But here’s the thing—it could cause more hair to fall out first, and it would take at least a year of use to see if it worked.
I looked at her and said, “I’m going to put that shampoo in my prayer bag because God never said my hair wouldn’t grow back.”
What God did tell me was to change how I treat my body. He told me which foods to cut out. He told me what to stop ignoring. He showed me the root of my issues, and I hadn’t been listening. So I asked her for the nutrients I was deficient in. I said I’d take the prescriptions for those—but I was going to pray, and I was going to change my diet. And that’s exactly what I did.
Now? My hair is growing back.
This journey humbled me. It reminded me that healing doesn’t have to be perfect, polished, or pretty. I used to believe I had to “get it all right” before I could share my journey publicly. That was a lie. Healing is messy. It’s sacred. And it’s not linear.
I eat 10x better than I ever have before. But even if, hypothetically, I couldn’t change my diet—I’d still give it to God. I trust Him that much now.
So here’s what’s next:
In July, I’m going to share with you the fast I thought I was going to complete—and the fast I actually needed. Because not all fasts are treated the same. And not all healing begins with food. Sometimes it starts with surrender.
🕊️ The Mommy Movement is officially open for registration.
This round is for 6 mothers ready to heal in a sacred, supported community. If you’re craving a space to unpack your story, tend to your healing, and grow alongside women who get it—this is for you.
✨ Head over to www.thevesseltherapy.com/services to learn more and save your seat.
You don’t need to be perfect to start. You just need to start.
And I’m walking this journey right alongside you.
— Rissa 🤍
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