An Alopecia Areata Miracle: Christina’s Journey of Faith and Healing

Guided by Grace: Christina’s Journey with Alopecia Areata

 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” -Matthew 19:26

Welcome to a special new series on CurlyNikki, where we gather stories from you that explore the seamless continuum of beauty—from inner to outer, and beyond the self altogether. This is a space to share the profound journeys that remind us of our ultimate truth: Only Love is here. These essays will inspire, uplift, and reveal the miracles that unfold when we align with Love. Today, we begin with Christina’s incredible account of faith, surrender, and healing. To submit your story, email [email protected].

“Every meditation became focused on my healing, and since then, I’ve never lost my hair again.”

CHRISTina writes:

Hi Nikki,

I felt compelled to share a story with you. Something I haven’t thought about in over a decade. Early this morning during Pilates, as we were winding down and breathing, I felt called to tell you about my experience with alopecia areata. I don’t know why, but it seems like God wants me to share it with you, and I’m choosing to obey.

When I was 18, I discovered a perfectly smooth bald patch in the middle of my scalp while getting ready for a date. It was right at my cowlick, so I couldn’t really hide it. What I didn’t know at the time was that this was just the beginning. For nearly ten years, I experienced alopecia on and off. My hair would grow back, only to fall out again, each time bringing more spots and making it harder to disguise.

I remember going to the doctor countless times. They didn’t have many options to offer, so I endured what felt like 50 shots of cortisone in my scalp again and again. Toward the ten-year mark, my doctor told me it looked like I was going to lose all my hair. That news broke me.

One day, as I was driving to work, I discovered yet another bald spot. I felt defeated. My mom called, and as I unloaded my emotions, she asked me something I’d never considered. She said, “I know you pray for the whole world, but have you ever prayed for yourself?” That question hit me hard.

You see, during those years, all I could think about were the children dealing with this disease, something so misunderstood and with no clear cure. Rather than praying for myself, I dedicated my time to praying for those kids. I would ask God to heal them before healing me, reasoning that I could handle it, but a child might not be able to.

But this time, after my mom hung up, I decided to pray for myself too. I surrendered to God and asked for His healing. I went to work like any other day, but then something strange happened. An email arrived from one of the alopecia groups I belonged to. It mentioned a small study on hypnosis and how a few participants had achieved healing. To me, it felt like a sign.

I looked up hypnotherapy, and keep in mind, this was the early 2000s when hypnosis wasn’t very common. Miraculously, I found a hypnotherapist just five minutes from my house. I took it as another sign. That same week, I scheduled an appointment with the hypnotherapist, and I also booked a round of cortisone shots with my dermatologist, just in case.

When I met the hypnotherapist, I explained my situation. He admitted he’d never heard of hypnosis healing a physical condition like alopecia, but he was willing to try. The session was a lot like meditation, something I wasn’t familiar with at the time. He guided me to visualize myself on a beach with my toes in the sand, feeling the sun’s rays on my scalp. He asked me to imagine the sunlight healing my hair follicles, to actually feel my hair growing.

I remember taking it further in my mind. I pictured God’s hands extending down from the sun, covering my head, and healing me. I felt tingling in my scalp, as though something divine was at work.

We continued with a few sessions, and soon, it was time for my dermatologist appointment. At the follow-up, just two weeks after starting both treatments, my dermatologist was shocked. My hair had already started growing back. He said, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it. I’ve never seen hair grow back this fast.”

Through that experience, I learned to meditate, a practice I’ve continued to this day. Every meditation became focused on my healing, and since then, I’ve never lost my hair again.

I don’t know why I felt called to share this with you or why these memories came back to me during Pilates, but I trust His guidance. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

With love,
Christina

Stay tuned for more incredible essays that celebrate our shared humanity, Divinity and the endless beauty of Love’s presence. Send your story or Journey to [email protected].