Sanity Scissors

On Christmas Eve I said enough was enough and decided to get a haircut. I was starting to resemble a cross between Boris Johnson and Wurzel Gummidge (I suggest a quick Google search if you don’t know who either of them are). When I woke up in the mornings I looked like I had been electrocuted. Whenever I entered the office and took off my cap my colleagues shot me the strangest of looks. I’m not a pretty sight at the best of times first thing in the morning but this was a bridge too far.

As I settled into the barbers chair the young Polish barber asked me what I would like. ‘A number four all over please’ I confidently declared trying to avoid looking at my myself in the full length mirror. ‘Are you sure? That’s very short’ he dubiously replied before spending the next five minutes attempting to talk me out of it. But to no avail. The bit was well and truly between my teeth. It had to go. Hair today, gone tomorrow.

I now know what a sheep feels like when it is being sheared. Locks of dark hair tumbled past my shoulders on their way to the shop floor. It was raining hair, my hair! As I’d had to take my glasses off before he started I hadn’t a clue what my head looked like but at one point I was pretty convinced that I had a Mohican. Then it was gone as well. Thanks to a generous gene pool I will never go bald but this was the nearest comparable experience. When he had finished I put my glasses back on and marvelled at the transformation. I resembled a fuzzy pool ball.

When I got home the girls were fascinated. ‘It’s so soft Daddy’ they whispered in awe as I lowered my chrome dome for them to stroke my head stubble. Fionnuala observed it was a vast improvement and even Adam, who isn’t impressed by anything, looked marginally impressed. I was a new man. I felt revived, reinvigorated….anything really that you can put the letters ‘re’ in front of. It literally was a massive weight off my mind.

Wouldn’t it be great if a trip to the barbers could rid us of all the worries and concerns that rattle round our heads? If a snip here and a clip here could send them floating to the shop floor never to bother us again? We wouldn’t have a care in the world? Unfortunately I don’t know of a hairdresser who provides such a service. We are left with a head full of anxiety and stress which, if left untended, will grow and grow until it consumes us. It grows and grows until nothing else matters. It becomes us.

Don’t let that happen. Don’t become another victim or statistic. If you had a broken arm you would go the hospital right? There would be no shame in that. Well the same applies to a broken heart or mind. You can’t do it alone. Seek help. Talk to someone, be it a friend, your doctor or a counsellor. Suffering in silence is insufferable. You need to seek out voices in the real world in order to dispel the voices in your head for they will not stop on their own.

They want to destroy you. They will not go away. They will haunt you and taunt you until you lie shattered in a million pieces. Only then will their work be done. Don’t let that happen. You are better than that. You deserve better than that. It worked for me. I sought the help I needed for my OCD and life is so much better now. Not perfect but better. You can’t cure OCD but you can control it. I needed a brain barber to work their magic with the sanity scissors. The intrusive thoughts and overwhelming compulsions are less frequent now. I am in control now.

I’m not a big fan of New Year resolutions but if you do make one this year make one that will count and that you can keep. Get the help you need and become the person you were born to be. Get ahead by sorting out your head. You were only given one brain so look after it. We devote inordinate time to the rest of our bodies with visits to the gym and beauty salon. Let’s start to take care of our most vital organ. For without it, nothing else really matters.

What’s the most daring haircut you have ever got? Did you love it or live to regret it?

Is your mind weighed down today? What are you going to do about it?

Published by Fractured Faith Blog

We are Stephen and Fionnuala and this is our story. We live in Northern Ireland, have been married for 17 years and have three kids - Adam, Hannah and Rebecca. We hope that our story will inspire and encourage others. We have walked a rocky road yet here we are today, together and stronger than ever. We are far from perfect and our faith has been battered and bruised. But an untested faith is a pointless faith. Just as a fractured faith is better than none at all. We hope you enjoy the blog.

28 thoughts on “Sanity Scissors

  1. We are required to wear hard hats at work so when I get a haircut i usually request a 3 or a 2 all over. As I sit down in the chair I tease the hair stylist by informing them my hair cut will be the most complicated one they’ve done all day. I keep trying to beat the odds but every time I go in looking ugly and come out looking pretty ugly.

    Your new rug looks quite nice! πŸ™‚


  2. Oh and btw whenever my wife tells me she can’t read my mind i always inform that she can’t read what isn’t there. πŸ™‚


  3. Tried to trim a complex haircut myself, screwed it up naturally, and decided to shave the whole thing. Kept it that way for over a year, I loved it-despite being mistook for male quite often. Only unforeseen result is my hair grew back a completely different texture. There is something cleansing about a haircut, drastic or simple, it’s honestly probably the healthiest way to enact a reboot.


  4. One of best things about blogging is being able to meet and communicate with people from all over the world. Whom i would never have had the privilege and pleasure of knowing. Learning just how different and yet how alike we are in many ways. πŸ™‚

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  5. I love this post, Stephen, and your hair looks great! Mine may be just as short since I got it cut yesterday. The salon I go to is named, of all things, Thairapy! πŸ˜‚ I used to have long, curly hair, but in order to make it easier to take care of, I got it all chopped off last spring, and as I said, it’s about as short as yours and I love it!

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  6. This was a great thought provoking post. I don’t have much of a problem with OCD, but depression and anxiety are consuming me. On the other hand, I’m not sure how to get the help you suggested. I don’t know what it is like where you are, but professional help is out of reach for people like me in this country. And the help that we pay unbelievable prices for is really no help at all. Just about every psychiatrist I have encountered in recent years is little more than a glorified drug dealer. They charge for an hour of service, but they will only spend a couple minutes with you if that. The medicine I have tried only makes matters worse. I tried once again a while back, but suicidal thoughts just got worse. I became jittery and restless. I’m better off with no medication if everything is just trail and error and side effects just make it worse. More than anything, I CAN’T AFFORD IT. I have had a horrible time hanging onto employment. Now I’m getting older, and most businesses want younger people. I agree with what you wrote, I should get help. But help seems to be completely out of reach for me.


  7. This blog is so real, and all the advice you give is so practical and helpful. I got a very daring haircut very recently and my hair is way shorter that it previously was, too. I don’t regret it, though, I feel like a new me has emerged. I only had it done for the same reason-hoping to get rid of all the weight in my mind. But of course it doesn’t work like that. You are right, talking about everything we don’t say/feel only kills us inside. The way you’ve put this down is beautiful. Your new hair cut looks amazing. I hope chopping off your hair brings you good luck. (I swear this sounded better in my mind, but I hope you get what I mean? πŸ˜‚)

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  8. The Lord is re-wiring my brain. I believe it’s called renewal of the mind. The recent loss of my brother created ripe conditions for triggering an event for me… what I’ve been told is bi-polar. It’s been 10 years since being “diagnosed”; after taking a poison called Lexapro. Caused a manic psychotic episode. Was told I was an “undiagnosed bi-polar”- (if you buy into all these labels) and that the Lexapro made it more severe and that I would need to take a cocktail of meds for the rest of my life. Scary, horrible meds. I said no thank you- I only believe in one label and I don’t believe it’s coded in psychiatry- soul sickness: being apart from God. He is teaching me how to “reason” with myself regarding the thoughts that pass through my brain. I no longer go to “live” in these crazy thoughts (which caused me to be hospitalized- and just mention God to any head Dr.- guarantee he will try to commit you or medicate you). The Lord has healed me. No meds. No episodes. 8 years. Thanks be to God. Thanks for listening. God bless you, your family and this amazing ministry of yours Stephen! Have a happy, joyous and free New Year!


  9. The joy of homemade haircut.😱I m usually to busy hovering the hair that for weeks sticks everywhere for days to mind what me or the girls have on their headsπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚but the satisfaction when the job is well done is pricelessπŸ˜€πŸ˜œ


          1. Ha ha I understand…..I officially started the countdown for the 8 th Of January now..lolπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚Happy new year to you 2018 full of love and peace and everything you dream about.πŸŽ‰β€οΈ


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