just in case someone else feels this ID:j/84orXu No.2166445 Report I feel like I can relate to this. Blood is so normal for me. I had really bad, like chronic eczema ( dry skin ) as a child and it never really went away. You may think I have it for a variety of reasons from allergies to simply wanting attention but I have always hid it. I do not complain about it. I have tried dermatologists and there seems to be no natural cause for why pretty much my entire body will become covered in red scales.. It has become normal for me to simply look like a rotting corpse. Sometimes I would lose willpower, and come to work with raw arms, face, neck.. I did not know what to do. My coworkers had never seen anything like it. At work my nickname became "Death" and I laughed along. I put makeup over large areas of open wounds, to conceal it. I wonder and cried about why I have it still, at 26.
But I have learned now why I have it, and I am not quick to say that. I haven't said that in many years, maybe even 10 years and I'm only 26. I had all but given up hope.. but it is clear to me now.. eczema really is a mental illness.. I said it for so many years. I refused to try any new creams besides basic moisturizers, because I knew it was a mental illness. I realized I hold my breath while I scratch. I realize what is really itching, is my lungs are itching for more breath. Because this almost has killed me. It surely has broken my spirit.. taken the breath right out of me.. so many things about this are coming together. I always knew things about the relationship between skin and mind. I'm not religious.. but I knew that I could transfer this to someone else and be done with it. That there were ways to be free.. for a time. I know that scratching usurps most social mannerisms. I can see the effect someone like me has.. truly an alien experience. It all makes so much sense. Skin is the oldest language I know..
