Eczema: inflammation of the skin, originating from the Greek and Latin roots “out” and “boil.” I wish my condition was as simple as two root words defined in “0.52 seconds” by Google. At a young age, I was considered “incurable” and handed a list of trigger …show more content…
My skin was gradually thinned layer by layer, and soon the steroids no longer had any affect and instead left scar wrinkles in their wake. At age 12, I began wearing long sleeves. At age 16, eczema had taken over 70 percent of my body. I became a human feline as I avoided water at all costs, as a simple drop caused me pain as it seeped into the cracks on my skin’s surface. Nevertheless, dermatologists prescribed bleach baths and chemical shampoos. At home, I was in physical pain. At school, I was in psychological distress. At age 17, I started taking herbal medications, switching to natural remedies since all synthetic methods failed. Each morning I dusted my bed of shredded skin, wrapped my cuts in gauze, and drank three rounds of herbal …show more content…
I am nearing my 18th birthday, and I have finally taken back that 70 percent of what eczema took from me. As all my life I have rarely known myself without eczema, this is a bold thing to say: As I move toward adulthood, I feel like I am seeing myself for the first time.
Through these years, I have matured physically, mentally, and emotionally. My fight with eczema has been a literal battle with myself, and it has caused me to familiarize with seeing the beauty past the pain, although the process may be painstaking itself. It has taught me persistence, brought me to know God, and introduced me to a close group of friends. Most of all, eczema has made me better acquainted with