I was back and forth on cutting my hair, as it had grown well past the point of unruly, but the depression that kept me from caring was still in full effect. However, I pushed myself to do it and realized that cutting away that much hair might also put less strain on the elastic in my masks, so it was well worth it.

Also yeah it kinda looks better now so that's nice. Getting to hack parts of your body off without injury is nice.

Furthermore, despite just about everything else in life and the world being shit, I can at least appreciate being AMAB, approaching 40, and having to use thinning shears to deal with the absolute volume of my hair. It may be going very gray, but at least there's a lot of it.