So thank you, J.K. Rowling, for saving me from real-life Dementors when they kissed my soul and sucked all the happiness out of me.
For a woman who has always considered herself as a strong human being, my reaction when my scalp was exposed to the bleach's harsh chemicals was pretty lame. The original plan was to dye my hair gray, but I ended up with a blonde hair instead.
I settled for the less physically painful, but it is the kind of pain that I would have to endure for the rest of my life. This is the kind of suffering preferred by the brave souls.