This weekend was a hard one.
Not on the surface of course. No, no. The surface was full of parties and celebrations, meeting with friends and chatting away. The surface was smiles and laughter, board games and cuddles. Even the dismal weather brought the comfort of snuggly blankets, steaming hot cups of tea and oven cooked food.
But brewing under the surface I was struggling again.
Yes, I’m talking about my face again. But you know what? It’s actually just really hard to wake up looking like someone punched you in the face. It’s even harder when you whack on enough make up to warrant a degree in special effects, but it only takes away half the problem (the redness). To look in the mirror and see the texture/bumpiness/ugh of the skin is still really evident even with a make up mask.
But guys, the good news is that I finally have a solution.
That’s right. After trying a homeopath who told me to talk to my inner child, 3 months of antibiotics, cutting out cheese (worst thing ever), two courses of Roaccutane and a million other lifestyle changes, I think this one is going to be key. Here’s my solution…
I’m going to cut my face off.
I kid, I kid.
No, although I have been tempted to cut my face off in the past, I think I’ll hold back on that for a while. Instead I am going to go to Skin Renewal. Not only do they specialise in these kinds of conditions, they also go deeper to find the root cause – instead of just slapping Roaccutane on it and telling me to live with it. I am a firm believer that this is a symptom and not the actual problem, so they will be checking things like gut acidity and hormones to see where the problems are.
Right now, I feel like I’m seeing the light at the end of a really dark tunnel. And it’s beautiful.