Hair falling Out: Dream of loss and Identity

"i was brushing my hair in front of a mirror that felt like my bathroom but the lighting was wrong, too yellow, and i noticed strands coming out onto the brush, more than usual, and i just kept brushing anyway even as it kept piling up. i wasn't alarmed right away, just watching it happen almost from a distance, like it was someone else's hands doing the brushing. then i ran my fingers through it instead and a whole section came away in my hand, no pain, no pulling sensation, it just detached, and i stood there staring at it in my palm for a while before actually reacting. i looked back at the mirror and there was a bald patch now, right at the front, pale skin showing through where hair should've been. i kept touching it, checking if it was really there, and every time i touched it the patch seemed a little bigger than the last time i'd looked, though i couldn't be sure since i wasn't measuring, just this creeping sense of it spreading. i remember feeling this specific kind of sadness settle in, not panic, just this heavy resigned feeling, like grieving something before it was even fully gone. i tried to arrange the rest of it to cover the spot and it wouldn't sit right, kept falling back and revealing more skin, more strands slipping loose in my fingers every time i touched it to fix it. i called out for my mom, she was somewhere in the house, and when she came in she just looked at me a little sad but didn't say much, just stood in the doorway. i remember sitting down on the edge of the tub, running my hand along my scalp finding new bare patches i hadn't noticed before, this slow inventory of loss that just kept adding up the longer i sat there. woke up and immediately ran my hand through my hair checking, felt a weird relief finding it all still there, though the sadness from the dream lingered a bit longer than it probably should have."