It all started when my son was just two years old. He was diagnosed with eczema, and like many families, we followed the traditional route: topical steroids. At first, it seemed to help… but soon we found ourselves trapped in a painful cycle. We would use them, his skin would get better, we would stop, and the flare-ups would come back stronger. Over and over.

By 2020, we were deep in it. His skin had become fragile, and his suffering was unbearable. I searched everywhere for help, but every answer left me feeling dismissed, confused, and very alone.

As a Puerto Rican mom raising my family in the U.S., I didn’t see anyone who looked like us talking about eczema—no stories, no resources in Spanish, no community. That silence made the journey even lonelier.

Nights were long and painful. He cried in his sleep, and I sat beside him, holding his hands so he wouldn’t scratch himself raw. Every product we tried only seemed to make things worse—stinging, burning, or causing more discomfort. Nothing felt safe. Nothing felt right.

That’s when I made the decision to find another way.