Let’s just say my hair and I were going through it.

Dry ends, zero shine, and breakage every time I so much as looked at a comb.

Honestly, it was giving “emotionally unavailable”—but on my scalp.

Some people get over breakups with ice cream.

I booked a deep conditioning hair spa on Trakky like my life depended on it.

(And maybe it did. Because that frizz was holding me back spiritually.)

The Diagnosis:

Years of heat styling.

Shampooing like it’s a sport.

Tying tight buns during existential crises.

My hair was snapping more than my patience in that situationship.

But the moment I stepped into that salon and felt the warm oil massage hit my roots

I knew healing had begun.

The Treatment:

Steam.

A thick, creamy hair mask that smelled like hope.

And a stylist who didn’t judge my hair crimes—just fixed them.

For the first time in months, my strands felt soft. Like… emotionally available.

The ends? No longer dry and toxic.

The bounce? Back.

Final Thought:

Sometimes the problem isn’t just your ex.

It’s the split ends you keep ignoring.

So book the hair spa.

Let someone else handle the damage for once.

Your heart might still be healing,

But at least your hair will be healthy. 💆‍♀️✨

Thanks, Trakky.

You can’t fix my taste in men, but you did fix my hair.