Weeks 1-2: The itching stopped.
I didn't even realize my scalp had been itchy until it wasn't anymore.
That constant low-grade irritation I'd gotten so used to? Gone.
Weeks 3-4: Less hair in the drain.
Not zero, but noticeably less.
Instead of 40-50 strands in my brush every morning, I saw 15-20.
I didn't realize how much mental energy I'd spent counting hairs until I stopped having to.
Week 5: I went into Target.
Walked past those dressing rooms without that sick feeling in my stomach.
Didn't even think about the fluorescent lights.
Week 7: Doing my makeup, I saw them...
Tiny new hairs along my part line.
Fine wispy strands standing straight up.
I touched them gently, afraid they'd disappear.
I hadn't seen new growth in three years.
Week 9: I wore my hair up to work.
First time in months. Just threw it in a messy bun.
My coworker Sarah: "You never wear your hair up. It looks really good!"
The part that used to show scalp was filling in with dark, dense coverage.
Week 12: Back to Kylie for follow-up.
She examined my scalp under the camera again.
"Look at this. The Malassezia levels are back to normal. The inflammation—it's resolved. Follicle density has improved significantly."
But here's what shocked me most:
I'd stopped everything else. No biotin. No vitamins. No treatments.
I expected my hair to suffer. Instead, it continued improving.
My scalp was healthy. Follicles functioning naturally. I didn't need to artificially prop up my hair anymore.