50 years I've been dealing with psoriasis. I have been on so many different treatments that I can no longer keep count. I was sent home from school in second grade when the teacher thought I had measles. That's when it started. I can still remember sitting at a desk in the hallway waiting for my dad to pick me up. I was told I was allergic to chocolate and peppermint sticks. I was told it was because I had to have my tonsils removed. The truth is back then they had no clue. I was wrapped in saran wrap for days at a time and still had to go to school. You can imagine the teasing I took most of my childhood. I was not allowed at the public pools or beaches. In short my life has sucked. But I was not prepared for what has come now--PSA. Aside from looking like a carnival side show I now feel like one. Walking like a 90 year old woman is not what I expected. I'm tired all the time because I can not sleep all night because the pain wakes me up. All I have left is to pray that some miracle drug comes out soon, to stop the pain. So when someone says they have psoriasis know that its more than just looking pretty. It's survival. I would not wish this on my worst enemy. I often think. WHY ME?
How do you feel about your psoriasis in the emerging spring time? (Select all that apply)
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