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Psoriasis
An autoimmune disease, but more like a curse for some. You can google symptoms, read articles, get a list of possible cures, but still nobody knows, why do people have it. Out of nothing your immune system starts to attack your own cells and you can spend all of your money, but in the end all you can get is suppressing symptoms. You will never get rid of it, it will be always there, waiting for some stress to help it grow again.
Some might say it's just a skin, well mostly just a skin, but it's not like they have AIDS. That's true, there are worse diseases. But have you ever loocked in the mirror and nearly puked? Have you ever wanted to rip out of your skin or cut it out with a knife? Have you ever thought, what it's like, when you have to wear long sleeves even in summer? And on top of that at home because only a glance at your arm makes you feel depressed?
It itches and huts as well. You can't move, each stretch of the afflicted skin hurts. And the only "cure" seem to be immunosuppressant drugs but those may shroten your life and make you more troubles. Once year the health insurance company pays a phototherapy (at least here in Czech). It helps, but after this, you still have to go back to your usual treatment.
Think about it, would you love somebody like this? Would you touch them? Kiss them? Walk with them without any embarrassment even though they had psoriasis on visible places?
Could you love yourself in their place? Could you look into a mirror on your naked body and say you aren't ashamed? Could you just watch your body getting more and more unsightly? Without hiding at home, without being angry and frustrated? After years of fighting with no effect, could you stand with your head held high? Or would you break down and feel hopeless?
Just think about it... How envious somebody can be of your healthy skin...
An autoimmune disease, but more like a curse for some. You can google symptoms, read articles, get a list of possible cures, but still nobody knows, why do people have it. Out of nothing your immune system starts to attack your own cells and you can spend all of your money, but in the end all you can get is suppressing symptoms. You will never get rid of it, it will be always there, waiting for some stress to help it grow again.
Some might say it's just a skin, well mostly just a skin, but it's not like they have AIDS. That's true, there are worse diseases. But have you ever loocked in the mirror and nearly puked? Have you ever wanted to rip out of your skin or cut it out with a knife? Have you ever thought, what it's like, when you have to wear long sleeves even in summer? And on top of that at home because only a glance at your arm makes you feel depressed?
It itches and huts as well. You can't move, each stretch of the afflicted skin hurts. And the only "cure" seem to be immunosuppressant drugs but those may shroten your life and make you more troubles. Once year the health insurance company pays a phototherapy (at least here in Czech). It helps, but after this, you still have to go back to your usual treatment.
Think about it, would you love somebody like this? Would you touch them? Kiss them? Walk with them without any embarrassment even though they had psoriasis on visible places?
Could you love yourself in their place? Could you look into a mirror on your naked body and say you aren't ashamed? Could you just watch your body getting more and more unsightly? Without hiding at home, without being angry and frustrated? After years of fighting with no effect, could you stand with your head held high? Or would you break down and feel hopeless?
Just think about it... How envious somebody can be of your healthy skin...
Image size
2656x3984px 3.09 MB
Make
SAMSUNG
Model
SAMSUNG ST60 / VLUU ST60 / SAMSUNG TL105 / SAMSUNG ST61
Shutter Speed
1/50 second
Aperture
F/3.2
Focal Length
5 mm
ISO Speed
400
Date Taken
Mar 25, 2012, 9:42:28 AM
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I have this shit too. And feel like a trash. Like I'm trapped in my own body, own shell. Without any hope to get outside. I very often wonder did I'm still human? Sometimes I just want die. I would prefer never born, than spend the rest of my life with this curse. Skin problem also entailed depression. My world is completly no color. Everything is so grey. I can't fight with it. I don't know how. Disease are gnaw me. I'm glad that You find some relationship, I will never approach someone to me. I'm too shame. I see that Youphotographing and drawing. I really like Your works. It's good to have some passion. I've had too, but depression completly sterilized me from pleasure. In my life there will be nothing good, besides death. I'm very often lying to myself that one day I wake up in the morning, look at my body and see that I'm "clean" and this all what happens to me, it will be just a dream.
Sorry for english.
Sorry for english.