I need to tell you something that's going to make you angry.
On March 14th, 2024, at 11:47pm, I was sitting on the bathroom floor with my 15-year-old daughter while she sobbed into a towel. A cyst had ruptured during the night. Blood on her pillowcase - again. She looked at me and said: "Mom, I don't want to go to school anymore."
She meant permanently. Three years, four dermatologists, and $4,200 later - her skin was worse than when we started. And everything we'd been doing was actually making it worse.