Faceless Blog

Let me preface this story with a little tidbit about myself:  I used to be a very independent person.  Growing up, I was often described as the “Lone wolf” kinda guy.  I had no problem entertaining myself, driving out to the mall, seeing a movie, starting a project, whatever.  Even after I started dating and then married my sweetheart, my independence was still there.  If I needed something from the store, I’d drive out and get it.  My wife could certainly come along if she wanted, but I didn’t need her to take me.  Fast forward to now.  I can’t drive.  I require frequent assistance for wound care.  Hell, I still occasionally need help in the bathroom.  So, sometimes, when I’m really feeling like I don’t have any control in my life, I shave my beard.

Follow me on this.  In this awful situation where I feel like so much control has been stripped away from my life, I always have control over my facial hair.  It sounds silly, but sometimes I just have to remind myself that there’s still at least one thing that I have total control over…so I spend a few minutes shaving my face completely clean.  When it’s all done, I can look in the mirror and say “I did that.  I required no help.  I can still do this.”  And sometimes, that’s enough to get me going again.