MY THERAPIST GHOSTED ME,
so I booked a facial
By Lila — professional oversharer and self-care convert
So, here’s the tea: my therapist ghosted me. No warning. No “Can we reschedule?” No “Sorry, life got crazy.” Just… radio silence. Like I vanished off the emotional map. At first, I gave her the benefit of the doubt—maybe busy, maybe needed space. But days turned into a week, and yeah, that silence? It stung. How do you unload your mess when the one person you trust goes MIA? I won’t lie—it hurt. Made me question everything. Am I too much? Not enough? Should I delete my texts? But instead of drowning in sad playlists and spirals, I did what Carrie Bradshaw would do: took control and booked myself a facial.
When Words Fail, Skin Speaks
I showed up in a quiet, cozy room where someone gently held my face—no judgment, no probing questions, just purekindness.
Steam wrapped around me like a warm hug, and soft cleansers melted away tension I didn’t even know I was carrying.
Each soothing mask and calming serum was like a mini vacation for my skin—and my soul.
For one glorious hour, I wasn’t unpacking my feelings or processing trauma. I was simply being cared for—fully andcompletely.And honestly? It was exactly what I needed.
The Power of Touch and Presence
There’s something almost magical about human touch when words just won’t do.
That gentle pressure, that warmth—it’s grounding, healing, and totally underrated.
It reminded me that healing isn’t always about talking it out. Sometimes, it’s about being held, literally and figuratively. That quiet moment of care was a balm for my racing mind and aching heart—because kindness is the ultimate glow-up.
The Glow That Goes Beyond Skin Deep
By the end of my treatment, my skin was glowing like I’d just had a week of perfect sleep and zero stress.
But the real win? It wasn’t just skin deep.
That hour of self-care reminded me that healing doesn’t always come from words and conversations.
Sometimes, healing comes from kindness—to your skin, your mind, and your heart.
That facial became a symbol of reclaiming my wellbeing and knowing I’m worth that care—even when the people I relyon disappear.
Lesson Learned: Sometimes, The Best Therapy Is Showing Up for Yourself
So yeah, my therapist ghosted me. It sucked, no sugarcoating it. But my skin? It didn’t get left hanging. Instead, it got the love, the care, and the TLC it desperately needed. Because when life lets you down, showing up for yourself — mind, body, and skin — is the real glow-up.
I’m talking about choosing the treatments that heal, not just cover up. The gentle cleansers that respect your skin barrier, the nourishing masks that calm inflammation, and the rich serums loaded with antioxidants and ceramides that rebuild and protect. The kind of skincare ritual that says, “I deserve kindness, and I’m worth the time.”