Ashamed of my own body
I don’t really know how to start this, so I’m just going to write.
Last night I slept through the entire night, and when I woke up there was no blood on the sheets, no pile of dead skin to shake out, no memory of clawing at myself at 3am. It’s such a small thing to be writing a whole journal entry about, but I think I actually have to say it out loud (or on paper, or whatever this is), because for the last however many months that has not been my reality.
This whole thing has been harder than I let on, even to myself. My skin is discolored in patches that probably aren’t going away anytime soon, I’ve lost more sleep than I can reasonably count, and I’ve thrown hundreds of dollars at creams and oils and supplements and random “miracle” things that did absolutely nothing for me. But honestly, looking back, the money and the sleep weren’t even the worst part of it. The worst part was the shame I was carrying around without ever really admitting that’s what it was.
I didn’t want people to see my skin, didn’t want anyone to touch it, and that applied to pretty much everyone who got close enough to notice, whether that was a partner or a coworker or just someone standing next to me in line. There was always this background hum of are they going to see it, are they going to ask about it, am I going to have to explain. And I think I told myself I was fine with it for a long time, but I wasn’t. It was a genuinely dark place, and I don’t think I admitted how dark until I started climbing out of it.
What’s strange now is how undramatic the relief actually is. My skin doesn’t feel like sandpaper, my body doesn’t feel like it’s on fire, I can sleep, I can wear a t-shirt without thinking about it. None of that is a big cinematic moment, it’s just the absence of suffering, which is apparently what most people walk around with as their baseline every single day of their lives. And I think that’s the part I want to actually remember, because I know myself, and I know that when I’m not in a flare I forget. I stop being grateful for any of it. I go right back to taking it for granted.
So I’m taking a moment now while I can still feel the contrast.
Things are getting better, and honestly I’m getting better too.