Another skin journey began this year. Acne prone skin at 24 years of age is not a look I want anymore. This is my post, to publicy declare all the ways in which I am combatting this lifelong problem.
From drinking two litres of water, ritualistically, each day of the year, to giving up dairy and completly changing my diet, to scrubbing my face raw, I have tried it all. However, on one lovely, sunny, almost spring day, I decided to try a new face mask. Since having Covid and not being able to wash my face for two weeks, my skin was at its peak awfulness which I mentioned in my last post. Six, painful, cystic spots was the price for trying something new. A phone call to the GP started my affair with both a topical treatment and antibiotics. Three months was intially the plan until I was reviewed again. I have progress pictures, that I’m not quite ready to share yet, but they feel like a small achievement in admitting that I need help and actually want help.
Five months later and I have been given another round of antibiotics and topical retinoid to use. If you’re interested in Epiduo, I have linked the patient leaflet here. Is it really doing anything to help? I don’t think so. I was hopeful that my GP would finally refer me to a dermatologist for specialist advice, because I have had enough of unsolicited advice and trying numerous fixes that have not fixed the problem and have only caused time to pass with a small sense of hope that maybe this time it will be different. I have officially been referred and I am on a waiting list. Hopefully I will have my first appointment by spring 2022.Mental health and skin concerns are never really spoken about. It’s almost a taboo subject. A memory which will never leave me is one from when I was in nursing school. We learnt all about skin conditions, and acne was discussed. Our lecturer beautifully described the mental anguish each skin condition could lead to. One student ‘you don’t get depression from a spot, that’s so stupid’. It’s a phrase that she said so flippantly, about something she was privileged enough to not understand. Four years later, I’m still a little jealous of her ignorance. I do wish I didn’t know acne so intimately.
The cult obsession with skincare is phenomenal and whilst certain products do appear to work for some, it won’t work for all. I have trawled Tik-Tok and Instagram and even aestheticians for advice. Sometimes a Cerave cleanser just won’t cut it. Admitting that feels like defeat to me, but then I remind my ego that the goal is clear skin and won’t the ends justify the means in this case?
I would be very interested to hear from you guys what has helped or hindered your skin along the way. If you have any nuggets of knowledge, please do share!0