Which so-called 'self-care' splurge is actually worth every penny to you?

Someone digging their elbow into your shoulder blade until you see God. Brutal, expensive, and weirdly worth it after a week hunched over a laptop.

A hundred quid to sit in a bubbling pool with strangers and pretend you're in a Jane Austen novel. Bliss or bougie waste of money?

Skipping the two-year NHS queue by paying a private therapist. Life-changing for some, financially ruinous for others.

Serums, retinols, and that £60 moisturiser from Space NK. You either look radiant or just poorer with the same skin.

Paying someone £50 a session so you can't bottle it at 6am. Expensive accountability, but the results speak louder than your bank balance.