I Am Not My Hair, I Am Not This Skin, I Am The Soul That Lives Within

Ah, it's time to face the naked truth. My hair isn't the prettiest, but it used to be. My family tells me that when I was a little girl, I used to have these beautiful curly locks. I know that that all ended when my dad (who is black) and his girlfriend (who is white) persuaded me to relax my hair (opposite of perm). Since then, I've been doomed to frizzy curls, dry hair, and breakage. So I stopped with the relaxing for a while and found other ways to deal with my hair. Though it was long, it was still damaged, which took away from the beauty, so I decided to get my hair cut the shortest it's ever been (since birth, haha). I liked the cut, blah, blah, blah, and it was so healthy that it started to grow out again. I got too excited and figured I should relax it so that it would be gorgeous straight frizzyless hair! Little did I know, I was relaxing my hair the wrong way - applying it throughout all of my hair instead of just the new growth. Now it's breaking off horribly. My bangs went from straight across to short and jaggedy. The (my) left side was about 2-3 inches shorter than the back and the right side. Every morning when I did (and still do) my hair, it covers my whole shirt - front and back. It was just a disaster! I was so upset about my hair that I had a couple of breakdowns (especially when I could easily pull out my hair in chunks). So I got it evened up, and now I'm patiently waiting for my hair to grow back down to the middle of my back, which will take well over 2 years. :(