My first thought was easy. Find something with GHK-Cu in it, put it on, done.
So I went looking. And the things I found were the same shape as everything already on my counter — a bottle and a dropper. The exact same setup as the minoxidil I'd been squeezing onto my head for two years.
Which stopped me. Because I knew what those did. They sat on my hair. They made it greasy. Half the time I couldn't tell if any of it reached the spot that was actually thinning.
So I kept reading. Not the labels this time — the actual dermatology, how any of this is supposed to get where it's going.
And that's where I finally understood the thing I'd been missing for two years. It doesn't matter what's in the bottle if it never gets past your hair. Even the right ingredient would've done nothing sitting on top of my head.
Dermatologists solved this a while ago. It's called micro-infusion. A fine head makes tiny channels in the scalp — big enough to carry the serum down to where it's needed, small enough that you barely feel it. It goes in, instead of sitting on your hair.
And that's when it hit me. I hadn't been doing it wrong. I wasn't stuck with the only option I'd been given. I'd had the right idea the whole time. I'd just been putting it in the wrong place.
For the first time in two years, I let myself feel a little hopeful.
And then I got scared. Because there was a reason I'd never looked for anything else.