Courtesy of Annie Blay
At the height of the pandemic, I was spending days alone, typing at my laptop and scrolling on my phone. I began to feel a constant sense of restlessness that brought with it a low-level anxiety that, over time, morphed into a subtle depression. I needed to find a way to reintroduce joy and novelty into my life.
It started with bubble baths. At least once a week I would soak my stress away and treat myself to a warm scented bath. But as my anxiety grew, so did my bath habit.
While there was a huge mess of things I couldn't control, inside my bathroom, standing in front of my mirror, I attempted to control my skin.