Normally, this would be good news to any average person, but to me, it just meant there was no explanation for what I had going
on. The
scarring would happen every week, meaning every week when I looked in the mirror, I would notice a new dent or some damage of a sort. You can imagine how depressed I became due to all this, esp since I am someone who cares about his looks and appearance a lot. It's been tough as hell for me on this journey, but it doesn't end there.