Didn’t think I’d be dealing with this again as an adult. It cleared up for years and I thought that chapter was closed, but it’s back on my neck and turtlenecks aren’t cutting it anymore. Been pulling late nights with grad school and shifts after, and I can feel my skin reacting before I even notice how stressed I am.
My mom keeps saying “you used to grow out of things, why is this back,” like I can just will it away. Baked bread last night just to get my hands on something that wasn’t my own skin, and for a while it worked, then I was up too late again, scratching without meaning to.
Just tired of my body picking now to fall apart, right when I thought I finally had everything else under control.