Blue light, bad vibes

My laptop is basically my toxic boyfriend: he keeps me up too late, gives me headaches, and makes my skin worse every time we hang out. After a day of deadlines, my complexion looks flat, dull, and way too tired for someone in her twenties. No ring light can hide it.

Doomscrolling isn’t skincare

My “night routine” lately? Scrolling until 2 a.m., convincing myself it’s research, when really it’s just anxiety with a backlight. By morning, my face feels tight, my eyes sting, and my brain is fried. My tiny hack? Phone on airplane mode by midnight. (Yes, I relapse. No, I don’t regret it.)

A quiet rescue

Somewhere in the chaos, I started using this one cream before bed. Nothing fancy, but it’s got hydrolyzed hyaluronic acid and ceramides that make my skin feel like it actually slept. It doesn’t erase the stress, but the second my face feels calm, so does my mind. Honestly, the glow hits harder than meditation sometimes.

Tiny rebellions

Now my reset looks like this: cream from the fridge for a cold hit, a face mist while my coffee brews, and five minutes of stretching so my body remembers it exists. It’s nothing profound, but the moment my skin feels better, suddenly the emails, the deadlines, even the doomscrolling don’t seem as dramatic.

The moral of the scroll

Screens and stress are inevitable. But giving them the starring role on your face? Optional. For me, glow isn’t about looking perfect — it’s about that quiet relief when your skin chills out and lets your brain breathe too. And some days, that’s the best kind of therapy.