Why is our hair soo sensitive to stress?? Pple before us had more stress than we have but they all had thick black hair even into their oldage..

Treatment starts at 8:52

Nobody warns you about this part of motherhood. They tell you about the sleepless nights and the feeding schedules and the way your body changes during pregnancy but nobody sits you down and tells you that after you give birth you might watch your hair fall out in handfuls and feel completely powerless to stop it. I discovered it six weeks postpartum. I was already exhausted in a way I had never experienced before. Running on broken sleep and the particular kind of overwhelming love that comes with a newborn and trying to hold everything together when my body had just done the most extraordinary and demanding thing it had ever done. And then the shedding started. At first I told myself it was normal. I had read somewhere that postpartum hair loss was common. That it would stop. That my body was just adjusting. But it did not stop. Every shower left me staring at the drain in disbelief. Every morning my pillow told a story I was not ready to read. My hair was visibly thinner within two months. My part was wider. The texture had changed. I looked in the mirror one afternoon while my baby was sleeping and I did not recognize the woman looking back at me. I had just created a life and somehow I felt like I was disappearing. I did what every desperate new mother does at 3am when the baby is finally asleep and her mind will not stop. I started researching. I found products that promised to stop postpartum hair loss. Topical treatments with ingredient lists so long and complicated I had to google half of them. I was breastfeeding and terrified of putting anything into my body that could affect my milk or my baby so I asked my doctor before trying anything. She said the treatment I was considering should be fine. I trusted her. I started using it. Within three weeks my milk supply dropped. Not slightly. Significantly. I was devastated in a way that is almost impossible to describe. I was already grieving my hair and now I was sitting with a hungry baby and a pump that was producing almost nothing and a guilt so heavy I could barely breathe. I stopped the treatment immediately. My supply came back slowly over the following weeks but those weeks were some of the hardest of my life. I was sleep deprived and hormonally wrecked and losing my hair and terrified of trying anything else in case I caused more damage to myself or my baby. I felt completely trapped. Every solution carried a risk I was not willing to take. Every product I researched had an ingredient list that sent me spiraling into another 3am rabbit hole of worry. I stopped trying. I told myself I would just wait it out. That eventually it would get better on its own. It did not get better. Six months postpartum and my hair was still thinning. The postpartum window that was supposed to self correct had come and gone and nothing had changed. I was back at work by then, exhausted and self conscious, spending twenty minutes every morning trying to style what was left in a way that looked intentional rather than desperate. A colleague mentioned something about red light therapy in passing. I almost dismissed it the way I had dismissed everything else by that point. But something made me look it up that night after the baby went down. I found Narlest. And what stopped me in my tracks was not a promise or a before and after photo. It was the explanation. The science of why hair follicles go dormant. How they lose cellular energy. How red light therapy at specific wavelengths can restore that energy without chemicals, without hormones, without anything that could interfere with my body or my milk supply. Drug free. Non invasive. Six minutes a day. Safe for breastfeeding mothers. I read everything twice. I ordered it that night. The first month I used it every morning in the six minutes I had before my baby woke up. It became my quiet ritual. My six minutes of something that was just for me in a season of life where everything was for someone else. Month two my shedding slowed noticeably. My part looked better. I sent a photo to my sister and she said she could see a difference. Month three my hair felt thicker. Fuller. More like mine again. I stood in front of the mirror one morning with my baby on my hip and I looked at the woman looking back at me and for the first time since giving birth I felt like her. Like myself. Like the person I was before everything changed and the person I was becoming now that it was changing back. I am still breastfeeding. My supply is perfect. My hormones are finally settling. And my hair is coming back. Narlest did not just help my hair. It gave me something safe I could actually do for myself during the most vulnerable and demanding season of my life. If you are a new mother sitting in the wreckage of postpartum hair loss feeling trapped and terrified of making anything worse please know there is something that works without the risk. I wish I had found it sooner. I wish someone had told me before I made a mistake that cost me weeks of my milk supply and months of guilt. You deserve something that is safe and effective and designed for exactly where you are right now. That is what this is.

The amount of upkeep we women have to do to maintain what was previously natural is overwhelming. It’s no wonder some/a lot of women just give up after a while.

Thank you for mentioning the pink tax

My hair became thicker once I stopped using hair dye.  And that was the supposedly good stuff at salon.   Now I have thick white hair.   The hair industry doesn’t talk about the side effects of dye.

This video almost made me cry in a strange way.  I reported hair thinning to my Dr when I was around 30; they ran blood tests and there was no definitive reason for it so they kind of gave up on it.  Nobody mentioned it could come from either mother or father (I thought it had to come from mother and my mom has no family history but my Dad began balding very early.)  

Nobody gave me options for treatment, and minoxidil firstly gave me crazy itchy scalp and was expensive (and I had constant trouble balancing the hair wash requirement - my hair is very thin and fine and the more I wash it the more product I have to use for frizz and a bunch of other stuff, it's a nightmare).  Secondly, I ended up wanting to get pregnant, having a kid, breastfeeding (extended) and then spending a couple years trying for another.  My Dr said I had to stop all treatment except rosemary oil (which had a lot of the same problems as the minoxidil).  

I didn't even realize that some of these other treatments existed, and the hair loss has been really detrimental to my self image.

This has to be the most informative hair loss video om YouTube!

I own fourteen hats. I want you to know that before I tell you anything else because I think it is the detail that explains everything without me having to say much more. Fourteen hats. Beanies and baseball caps and wide brimmed sun hats and the kind of elegant structured hats that look intentional and fashionable rather than desperate. I built an entire aesthetic around them. I became the hat woman. The one whose friends said things like it just suits you so well and you always look so put together and I genuinely cannot imagine you without one. I smiled when they said it. I laughed. I said something about loving hats and changed the subject. What I did not say was that I had not left my house without something covering my head in two and a half years. Not once. Not to the corner shop for ten minutes. Not to check the post. Not to water the plants on the balcony if there was any chance a neighbour might see me. The thought of being seen without something covering my head produced a panic so immediate and physical that I had stopped questioning it entirely. It had just become the architecture of my life. The rules I lived inside without examining them. Get up. Cover head. Leave house. Come home. Remove covering only when alone. I want to tell you what it is like to live like that because I do not think people who have not experienced it can fully understand the texture of it. It is not just inconvenient. It is exhausting in a way that compounds every single day. The mental energy spent on hat logistics alone would astonish you. Will there be somewhere to hang it if I go inside. What if someone asks me to try something on in a shop and I have to take it off. What if there is a gust of wind. What if I am somewhere formal where a hat looks wrong but my hair looks worse. What if someone hugs me and it shifts. I mapped every social situation I entered through the lens of hat security. I turned down a holiday to Greece because I could not work out how to spend a week on a beach with people I cared about without them seeing what was underneath. I told them I had a work commitment. I did not have a work commitment. I sat in my flat that week and watched their Instagram stories and felt a grief so specific and so ridiculous and so completely valid all at the same time that I did not know what to do with it. I had become a prisoner of a seven inch circle of fabric. I was thirty four years old and I was arranging my entire existence around keeping my head covered. The hair loss had started after a period of extreme stress. A relationship ending badly. A job that had burned me out completely. My body had decided to process all of it by shedding and it had not stopped the way I had been told it would. Months became a year. A year became two. The thinning was not uniform. It was patchy in a way that felt somehow more cruel than general thinning because there was no way to style around it. No clever cut or strategic parting that disguised it effectively enough to make me feel safe. I tried. God I tried. I spent a fortune on products that promised to volumize and thicken and restore. I changed my diet. I took supplements until I rattled when I walked. I went to a trichologist who charged me four hundred pounds for a consultation and told me things I had already read online. I tried a topical treatment that made my scalp burn and my eyes water and did absolutely nothing for my hair. I tried platelet rich plasma injections that cost more than my monthly rent and required me to sit in a clinic while someone put needles in my scalp and I gritted my teeth and told myself this would be the thing that finally worked. It was not the thing that finally worked. By the time I found Narlest I had spent close to eight thousand pounds and two and a half years trying to fix something that had refused to be fixed and I had arrived at a place of such complete exhaustion with the whole thing that I was not even looking for solutions anymore. I had moved past that into a kind of dull acceptance that this was just my life now. The hat life. The mapped social situations life. The turned down Greece life. I came across it by accident. A video in my feed that talked about dormant follicles in a way that made something click in my brain that had not clicked before. Not dead. Dormant. The difference between permanent and sleeping. Between irreversible and waiting. I watched the whole thing twice. I looked up Narlest. I read everything. I told myself not to hope and ordered it anyway because the alternative was continuing to own fourteen hats and I was so tired of the hats. Six minutes a day. One button. I used it every morning while I drank my coffee and tried to stay emotionally neutral about whether it was working. Week five I noticed regrowth at one of the patchier areas. Fine hairs. New ones. I sat on the bathroom floor and looked at them in the mirror for a very long time. Month two the patches were filling in. Not completely. But visibly. Measurably. I took photos. I compared them to photos from two months earlier. My hands were shaking slightly when I looked at the difference. Month three I left the house without a hat for the first time in two and a half years. It was just to the corner shop. A four minute walk. I stood at the door for a while before I opened it. My heart was going faster than it should have been for a four minute walk to buy milk. I opened the door. I walked to the shop. I bought the milk. I walked home. Nobody stared. Nobody said anything. Nothing happened except that I walked to a shop without a hat and the world continued exactly as it always had. I stood outside my front door after and I just breathed for a minute. Then I went inside and I sat down and I cried in the way you cry when something you had stopped believing was possible turns out to still be possible after all. I have been to Greece since then. Last September. A week with my friends. Beach days and boat trips and photographs I actually wanted to be in. I wore a hat on the beach exactly once because I felt like it not because I needed it. That is the difference. That is everything. I still have the fourteen hats. I am keeping them. But now they are just hats.

My mom died in November. I was with her and it was traumatic. Last month, huge amounts of shedding began. I have  (had) gorgeous long hair. I suspected immediately that it had to do with stress from her death. Thanks for the validation. It's still shedding quite a bit. It's just adding to the rest of the mourning but at least I see some light at the end of the tunnel.

Guys, I was dealing with serious hair loss too, nothing seemed to work, until I watched a video that helped me a lot. It tells the story of a man who REVERSED HAIR LOSS in a completely natural way, and it actually WORKED FOR MANY PEOPLE. The video is called “How Thompson Regained His Hair” ❤

My first time here I love how you explained about hair loss I am 75 y/o and having thin hair for years now I am trying to figure it out what to do with it how to keep my hair not falling and not going bold..! At my age still trying lol..! ( I am still running 4-5 times a week lifting weights little bit Aerobic, dance for 40 years and love to hike up the mountains) 😊 and subscribed 🙏🙏🙏

Have you tried the protocol from The Jewel in the Blue Drop by Alven Morien? I’ve been using MB drops for my hair, and it’s stronger, thicker, and healthier than ever. Definitely worth checking out!

Oh wow!  I feel SO MUCH better that I’m not alone with this problem! 😒

I am very sad. I am going through Telogen Effluvium since May. I was very stressed and sick in Feb and started the shedding in May and until now I am still shedding because I also went through surgery in July and had a tough time recovering. The telogen effluvium is adding insult to my injuries. My hair are growing back but cannot catch up with what is shedding. And they become thinner and thinner strand wise. Now I miss the very thick strands I had when I was younger. I hate aging.

Planet Ayurveda's commitment to natural and organic products is impressive. Keep up the good work

This is one of the clearest explanations of lower eyelid surgery I've seen. Thank you doctor  for sharing your expertise.

Excellent information and to the point. Thank you Dr.!

Great video ! Straight to the point

I've been doing a lot of autophagy fasting, probably an extreme amount each month.  It began to cause my hair to shed a great deal.  I'm taking vitamins, cutting the amount of autophagy fasting each month to much less, and eating nutrient rich foods, etc.  I'm also trying to go as natural as possible.