I am sure that the lineage of Pinocchio is much longer than what we were told. Generations and generations of liars, sail at will across the wide sea... How do I know? Well, I put you in the situation.

I'm meeting my friends to spend an idyllic weekend in an idyllic place, Tarifa. Reference place if you are looking to have a good time, disconnect, do sport or a Californian wicker surfer with whom to spend a good summer night. I take care of everything; come on girls, I put the car, I reserve the hotel... All facilities provided that the friend 'buts' (that puts buts to everything) deigns to accompany us in a fluid manner. So that's where we're going.Rate as always, covers our expectations. As soon as you arrive you connect with the energy of the place. Good food, good vibes, the lively chiringuitos. All of us, including the "buts", are happy with the decision taken.

Let's go in the evening. After several beers at Arte Vida, we get cute and for the people we go. I love An ca curro, it's a great dinner. We go in and... OH MY GOD! A handsome man doesn't take his eyes off me, he doesn't take them off. Well, nothing, I let myself be loved, total, no x-rays. Body safe...

After a while, the guy approaches me without any kind of shame and starts talking to me; you study or work at my age and you don't ask anymore, but this man doesn't need to ask, he talks and talks. It doesn't bother me that he talks so much, so I finish my dinner. The guy is an engineer and I don't find out about the mass in the middle of what he explains: All the technicalities, which make me want to record because I'm looking for them the next day, do exist.

We finish dinner and the engineer and friends invite us to a party. Well, it could be a good plan. We sign up. We arrive at the place and we get stuck in the birthday party of a woman who looks at us from up to down and not with the face of a few friends, but with the face of a rabid bitch. While we're at it, we stay for a while. The engineer is earning points: when he returns to the south he calls me and asks if I would like to settle down. Suddenly there comes a point where the one who used to talk so much, starts rubbing me at the same speed as before. And he rubs and rubs and rubs so much that I wonder if he's the missing link in the polypus (Latin for octopus) species. The Polypus engineer keeps on talking and trying to grope me until I get bored and look at my friends with astonishment, and the party is over for us.

After a few days, I write to our friend to thank him for inviting us. Polite, don't let it be said... But look where he never answers. I have two theories, that he disintegrated, or that I was wrong, and instead of coming from the octopus, the guy is a direct ancestor of the Pinocchio, which the more he lies the more he grows.

Conclusion: Don't ask for octopus for dinner, which at night feels bad.

That stress takes its toll is more than known. Among others, during long periods of stress, I have experienced everything from insomnia to hair loss, but without a doubt, my skin has always borne the brunt:
In periods of stress my skin has looked so bad, I've been really embarrassed: Flaking of the scalp, redness and even rosacea. A wonder that allows you to always look like Heidi: some blushes on the cheeks that never go away and are made worse by environmental factors or by mood (of course).

The worst thing about this is that the solution mainly goes through you. Staying in this state for a very long time can lead to depression and anxiety. Not to mention that its repercussion on your personality can generate irreversible problems in your relationship with your environment without you realizing it. You enter into an expiration that is difficult to break.

Without being a specialist, just from experience let me give you some advice that helped me out of this situation:

• Detect what is generating your stress: stop worrying about it and start dealing with it.
• Nothing is impossible. Breathe deeply and try to see your situation from the outside. Write down on a piece of paper the possible options to solve it.
• If you think about a decision more than three times, make it your decision and move towards it. To infinity and beyond!
• Get rid of bad people. Surround yourself with happy people who are already sad.
• Remember often that you only live once (unless you believe in reincarnation).
• Now, focus on your habits. If you get anxious, don't eat, go for a run...

External factors that helped me:
The alpine lime tree: a holy hand for the nerves. The teacher who was preparing me for the driving licence exam recommended it to me by chance. It relaxes you much more than lime blossom and is a completely natural remedy. And yes, I passed my exam, so I assure you that it does something. (If you knew me you would understand).

Shea butter: I knew it because I was recommended to use a Sisley cream (Reparatrice) that is used to remove even the scars from the skin. The cream is really worth its (high) price. The thing is that among its ingredients, shea butter and carrot stand out. As a curious person, I looked on the internet since I had never heard of it and surprise! it is incredible for the skin. And when I say incredible it's INCREDIBLE. It has controlled 100 percent of my rosacea and dermatitis.

Yoga: try it. Part of its magic is that it teaches you how to exercise your breathing. Controlling your breathing is essential if you have anxiety attacks. It is an exercise that will also help you clear your mind.
I don't know if you realize it, but in the end, it all depends on you. Take care of yourself, be happy and remember, the good thing about falling is that now you only have to get up.