Electrolysis over 50 hours

It is a struggle, an expensive frustrating struggle to get to where I want to be. By nature, unfortunately,  I have to admit that I am always anxious to get quickly to where I want to be and with what I want to achieve. There is always good and bad in this, of course. The good is that I get to get going with things after a relatively short digestive process of evaluating it from all possible points of view. The bad being that I get just as quickly very frustrated and tend to move my attention, dedication, my strength and passion to elsewhere and to something else.

I am frustrated by how long it is taking to get it done. Facial hair, just like body hair, is a huge part of my dysphoria and part of my feeling incomplete that truly is stressing me out. Feeling complete I hope it will help me with my self esteeem which in return should make my life more enjoyable. 

I try to remind myself to be patient and to persevere until the last gross hair blood supply is shut down, fried from the needle probing and the electric current. 

Unfortunately,  while I will keep going at all costs (time and dollars), after each session, especially the ones like last night's, where I felt a lot was done and accomplished, there was a sudden demoralizing realization of the contrary.

I am sure that the pain felt for an hour after a long day of work and running around to get things done with a very limited time available may have had something to do with it too. Nevertheless, I got so depressed and tired to feel that way. 

Today is another day, I am still looking forward to the next appointment in two weeks. The fight against the bloody hair must go on.