I’m 43, and every day feels like a battle with my own body. Psoriasis has covered most of me for years, leaving my skin inflamed, dry, and cracked. The worst part? The psoriatic arthritis. My joints ache constantly—my knees creak when I stand, and my hands throb after just a few minutes of typing. Some days, even holding a cup of tea feels impossible.
I try not to complain. I don’t want to be the one always moaning about my health. But it’s hard when the pain never really goes away. I’m always fighting the itching, the discomfort, the self-consciousness of how I look. I avoid short sleeves and swimming pools now. People don’t understand—it’s not just a rash. It’s exhausting.
I’ve tried everything: creams, tablets, injections. Some days, I think it’s helping, but then it flares up again. I wish someone would just understand how hard this is, how much energy it takes to keep going.
Some days are better than others, and I hold on to those moments. I don’t know if it’ll get worse, but for now, I’m still here. And that’s enough.
Submitted on 19 November 2024, by a 43 year old male living in England