There was a point when I stopped doing skincare altogether.
Not because I didn’t care.
But because I didn’t have the capacity to care.
Between graduate school and raising two young kids,
my days were completely full.
Every hour was accounted for.
Every task had a purpose.
And by the time the day ended,
I had nothing left to give.
I remember standing in front of my bathroom counter one night,
looking at a few products I used to use regularly.
And instead of reaching for them,
I just stood there.
Not because I didn’t know what to do —
but because I didn’t want to think about it.
It wasn’t just about time.
It was the mental load.
Skincare had quietly become another decision.
Another small responsibility
at the end of an already full day.
And I think that’s the part people don’t talk about.
It’s not always about motivation.
Sometimes it’s just… capacity.
So eventually, I stopped.
Not all at once.
Just gradually.
And over time, it started to show.
My skin looked more tired.
Less clear.
But more than that,
it reflected how little space I had left for myself.
That moment stayed with me.
Not because of the products I wasn’t using,
but because something that used to feel simple
no longer felt simple.
So instead of asking what I should use,
I started asking something else.
What would make this easier?
Not more effective.
Not more advanced.
Just easier.
Because at that point,
anything that required extra thinking
wasn’t going to last.
I didn’t need more options.
I needed less friction.
I’m still thinking about that question.
And I have a feeling I’m not the only one.
If taking care of yourself
has ever started to feel like another task,
you’re not alone.
And maybe the problem
isn’t that you’re not doing enough.
Maybe it’s that what exists today
asks for too much.
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