The warm scent makes me feel good, but then my heart sinks because of the blemishes in the mirror.

Ugh! I buried my face in a towel just out of the dryer after doing laundry, and the warm scent of fabric softener filled me with a brief moment of happiness. But as soon as I looked in the mirror, that simple happiness vanished, replaced by worry. I've been seeing dark spots under my eyes lately. Maybe it's because I'm so timid and prone to worry, but even though others might not notice, these spots seem to be asserting themselves. I can't sleep. I would have just ignored them in the past, but now, just in case, I take pictures under the same lighting every day to document my skin. Comparing last week's photo with today's, it does look like the skin has faded slightly, but I'm also scared that it might just be my own desperation creating an illusion. Is that new skincare product I just bought really suitable for my skin type? I'm worried I spent a fortune on it and it might not be working, so I apply it diligently every night with trembling hands. My skin is so thin and sensitive, I worry a lot about it being irritated by harsh ingredients and turning it inside out. But I believe consistency is the answer, so I'll keep writing. Are there any of you, like me, who look in the mirror every day, overjoyed and depressed by even the smallest changes? I'm curious to know how you're all enduring this difficult time, so I'm leaving this post.