Over the next few months, my face started stinging a lot less. My face was still scarred with hyper pigmentation, rashes and swelling, but most of the pustule bumps had subsided.
By the end of the year, I was contacted by a company that I had interviewed for a year ago. Apparently, I was put on the waitlist for any upcoming openings. The offered me a job and, despite the fact that I was horrified to have to go back into the workforce with my “new” face, I accepted.
I convinced myself that no one would make fun of me at work because no one there had ever seen my face without rashes before. No one will pity me. I was right. No one cared that I had eczema. Instead, they were very understanding.
After 3 months of working there, my coworker recommended that I go see her Chinese herbalist. She said that this herbalist was able to cure her sister when no other doctor or herbalist was able to do so. I was hesitant, as my last experience with a Chinese herbalist was quite traumatic, but after a month, I finally decided to give him a try.