I used to brush it off as “just dry skin,” but it quickly became hard to ignore.
Every winter, the dryness got so bad that my hands would literally crack open just from bending my fingers.

It wasn’t just uncomfortable – it was painful. Washing dishes stung, typing felt impossible, and even getting dressed in the morning was a time-consuming and painful battle.

By the time I got home each day, my hands were so sore I’d avoid touching anything unless I absolutely had to.

I was constantly stressed that one wrong bend could reopen a crack that had only just started to heal.

I hated how my hands looked and started hiding them in gloves. I was embarrassed for anyone to see how red and cracked they were.

I tried everything to soothe and rehydrate them: thick creams, expensive serums, overnight hand masks. Nothing helped for long.

Some products gave me relief for an hour or two, but the moment I washed my hands, my skin felt even drier than before.

Some products even caused a red, itchy rash because they were packed with synthetic additives that actually irritated the open wounds.

I was sick of over-the-counter treatments that promised the world and delivered nothing but disappointment. After watching my skin get worse and worse every night, I finally decided to book an appointment with a dermatologist.