Healing felt impossible.
But I did it.
Some people are born knowing their mission. Others are forged into theirs with fire. My case was the latter.
I’ve struggled with eczema all my life. Doctors gave me steroid creams from childhood. As a teenager I lived under enormous pressure, school, semi-pro tennis, instruments, extracurriculars. I never felt like I fit in. By my teens I developed an eating disorder that lasted more than a decade.
In high school my eczema was manageable, but at university it went up a notch. I studied Psychology, became vegan, and pushed myself harder than ever. My flares came back with constant itching, and exhaustion.
In 2017, while building my first startup, I met my husband. He dragged me into a TCM shop in London after seeing before-and-afters in the window and bought me the suggested remedy. The herbs worked within days, and it sparked my fascination with Eastern medicine.
Motherhood came next. Pregnancy and staying vegan pushed my body to its limits. Later, stress, black mold in our Dubai home, and the chaos of new life sent my skin spiraling again. Herbs alone didn’t help, but infrared saunas and LED light gave me temporary relief.
Then came twins. I craved meat, ate steak daily which nourished me, but not being careful with sushi and raw fish wrecked me. My flares escalated and were unbearable towards the end of my pregnancy. But I was given steroid injections before birth, which cleared my skin overnight, but destroyed my immune system.
At six months postpartum, a homeopathic remedy triggered full-blown TSW.
The next two years were hell. Swollen face, oozing skin stuck to pillows, deep cystic spots, unbearable itching. I scratched with bottle caps until my husband threw them out. Insomnia left me restless and broken.
The lowest point came when a cold sore spread across my face, neck, and chest during my fourth pregnancy. The pain was 11/10. My mother flew in and rushed me to hospital. Seven days of antivirals and morphine. Rock bottom. From there, I knew the only way was up.
It still took another year and a half to heal. TSW began in December 2022, and by summer 2025 my skin was flawless. Many called it perfect earlier, but I refused to guide others until every patch was healed. My skin became my teacher. It happened for me, not to me.
Along the way I tried everything: homeopaths, kinesiologists, mold specialists, Chinese doctors, acupuncture, Ayurveda, IVs, parasite cleanses, saunas, red light, peptides, endless supplements. Tests for mold, viruses, parasites, gut, autoimmunity, hormones, biopsies, imaging. I saw therapists and energy healers, did hypnotherapy and subliminals. I went from tarot and rituals to turning fully toward God. That was the turning point.
Three practitioners truly shifted my path: my kinesiologist, who still helps me optimise; mold and peptide specialist Jessica Alan, who saw what others missed; and a functional doctor who built protocols that healed both me and my daughter.
I became obsessed with solutions and learned that healing requires body, mind, and spirit together. The physical always mirrors the internal.
Now, I live as a biohacker focused on longevity and natural beauty. I track my labs, combine science with intuition, and use only low-tox skincare, most of it homemade.
The hardest part was not knowing what triggered flares. Better one day, worse the next, impossible to make sense of. That’s why I built BioSwitch, a tool to track your food, sleep, supplements, and symptoms, and finally see how your lifestyle impacts your skin.
And it’s why I created Flares to Flawless. To share what I learned, and to stand with those walking through fire. Because eczema and TSW are not just painful, they’re isolating, exhausting, soul-crushing.
