In the seemingly never-ending battle with my skin, I decided to go for a consultation with a new dermatologist a few weeks ago. After feeling jaded for a few years since my last visit with a not-so-helpful derm, I bit the bullet and decided to start at square one again. The news she gave me has been life changing, friends. I can finally stop chasing all sorts of cures and treatments that aren’t working now that I have a diagnosis of what the heck is actually going on — and that is, drumroll please… rosacea.
Let me tell you a little story about the time I challenged myself to take on an elimination diet. After writing about the many trials and tribulations I’ve gone through over the last three years to try to fix my skin, it’s likely no surprise to you that I put myself through this special kind of hell as well to see if it helps. Desperate times.
A year ago I was running on empty. I’d heard the term thrown around a lot – burnout – like it was just the latest buzzword in the ad industry’s lexicon. It’s a word that is thrown around flippantly like it’s a badge of pride, but no one talks candidly about. I didn’t think it could ever happen to me. I’ve always been “the strong one”. No matter how stressful life may have been, the stress could always be washed away with a good cry or vent session with a close friend or colleague. The mantra was always: this too shall pass.
Hands up for anyone who’s tried 2019’s latest food craze: the celery juice diet? I tried it, and I’m calling bulls**t on it.