So, my name is Abby, and I am a 17 year old girl going into my senior year of Highschool. Here is a little bit about my life with acne.
As people grow up, it seems that acne is a given, so I knew, undoubtedly, that at some point, I was going to have red dots on my face; however, I dont think that I ever fully knew how bad they could get.
My freshman year, my face and skin, were virtually, zit free. As I got into my sophomore year, I found more and more small black heads and white heads, on my forehead, the sides of my face, my back and even sometimes in my ears.; however, it never really started getting bad until the end of my junior year. I had never seen my skin look this disgusting before. It wasnt just that there were small pimples everywhere, there were scars underneath them all and huge red pimples covering what ever space was left. I felt trapped in myself, all I could see were the huge red blemishes covering my once beautiful skin. I didnt want to go outside, I didnt want people to see me, and even with make up, I still felt ugly and as if all people were seeing, as my skin and how bad it was.
At that point in my acne life, I knew that I had to do something. I was done. I had been halfway finished before, but this time, I was completely done.
And I used everything, literally everything. I tried almost every topical cream and face wash, I visited over 6 dermatologists, none of which ever helped me, I took countless pills, and still, nothing was working. It was always this build up. I was going to a new dermatologist. Okay, lets keep an open mind, I would think. My mom and I would leave there and she would always say the same thing, "Lets try to be positive this time. I know its hard, but this time I think it will work. We got you on new medication, you are using a new cream and a new face wash. But just remember, it is going to get worse before it gets better...", blah, blah, blah. And you know what sucked, hearing that it was going to get better, and always seeing it get worse and worse and worse.
So after about 2 years of this, my mom and I made a decision together, that accutane was the best chance I had. The only chance I had. So I started going to a new dertmatologist and have already taken a urin test as well as a blood test and I am a full pledged canidate of the 6 month drug, which I will officially be starting this Friday.
I have to say, I am nervous as ever. Mostly for the dry lips and infamous IB period. So I will be complaing and hopefully after a certain point, cheering about the transformation that my skin will undergo, all to those of you, who maybe, will be going through the same. Or maybe, just maybe, can actually help me get through it with some positive feedback from your experiences with accutane.
That Naive and Worried Girl Who is About to go on Accutane