Her Skin and Bones - A Life with Psoriasis

Hello and welcome back! I decided that the present and future won’t make a lick of sense without the past, or at least a bit of it, so that is where I am going to start. As its gotten so long, I think I’ll make this a 2 part post, so your don’t nod off half way. 😄 My journey began at 5 months old.   I was officially diagnosed by the family doc after my mum recognized the symptoms as her mother suffered with severe Psoriasis too. And so begins the all too familiar story of creams, new creams, another new cream, this is the one that will cure you! Oh, that one didn't work? This will do the trick! And so on and so on.  ** Side note. Something I learned very early on was that everyone has a "cure". Doctors, Nurses, Dietitions, Neighbours, Shop assistants, Strangers walking down the street, you name it. Geeze, we've all had a "you know your sisters friend Sarah's Mum? Her uncle Bob's dog walker had that! She just used a secret recipe from an A...

Hello! Welcome to my new place of solace, vault of occasional usefulness and generally whirling written account of the thoughts inside of my brain! Before we get started, I want to make a few things crystal clear. This is going to be a place with a colourful array of mixed emotions, where I will talk about depression and elation of various levels of severity depending on how I feel at the time of my writing. This is MY safe place after all, But I hope that this may be somewhere that you can also express yourself freely about the topics at hand. If this is something that could potentially trigger you, then this may not be the place for you. To the extreme opposite, I will, undoubtedly and unabashedly talk about my conditions with humour and ridicule - because if we don't see the funny, what does that leave us with? This is a judgement free space. I hope to at some stage share images of myself - from my best to my worst. I'm not there yet, but I hope to be soon because I be...