Four-year anniversary post! February 18th 2014 - February 19th 2018
The photos in the left column are of me exactly four years ago, when my acne was at its worst. I had just started my first course of Accutane. It was my eighth day of taking the medication. The photos in the right column are of me ten minutes ago, unedited and in natural light.
I know that what works for one person may not necessarily work for another. I think anyone suffering from stubborn acne can relate to this. People give advice whether out of the goodness of their heart or not and it becomes exasperating hearing it day in and day out because you feel as though you have already tried everything and nothing has worked. This is why I am making this post, for people who have tried everything except Accutane and are considering trying it but are unsure or are feeling apprehensive about the potential side effects. If someone had shown me four years ago what my skin looks like today I wouldn’t have believed them. I was over it, I was done. I was miserable and I hated looking at myself in the mirror. I had suffered from bouts of severe acne for five years at this point. My acne was painful, my skin literally felt like it was crawling. I had tried every popular anti-acne product under the sun in addition to birth control and strong antibiotics. I thought I was doing something wrong. I still assumed my acne could be cured through diet and lifestyle changes. While that may have been a case to a certain degree--I have since stopped smoking and crash dieting and now live a life filled with yoga, eating well and treating myself in moderation--I now know that just like with any medical condition, treating cystic acne is something that should be left to the professionals.
I may not have known it back then, but starting Accutane was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. I am so grateful that this drug has worked as well as it has. My journey wasn’t entirely roses; I still remember the lethargy, the sore joints, dry skin, dry eyes, dry lips and the depressive symptoms on top of my already existing major depression. Even now I have a predisposition to eczema that did not exist before. My knees make cracking noises at times and I can no longer run like I used to. Did I know this was a possibility going in? Yes. Was I willing to deal with the consequences, knowing that I could stop taking it at any time that I thought things were getting too much? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.














