Growing up in California, my eczema was a source of occasional discomfort. But it was nothing — nothing — compared to how bad it got when I moved to the East Coast for college. My first major seasonal shift was excruciating: My eczema was so scratchy and miserable that even putting on clothes was painful. The products I’d depended on growing up were rendered useless, fueling a frantic search for relief. When I say I tried everything, I mean I tried everything — from bathing in literal oatmeal from my kitchen cabinet, to getting acrylic nails so that I couldn’t properly scratch myself, to buying dozens of creams and body washes and soaks recommended by fellow sufferers. And after months of trial and error, I finally discovered a few products that made a difference. So, below: my five eczema Holy Grails.