Psoriasis, we met some time ago. It was just a quiet introduction. You were shy, just a baby really. Small in stature and content to just sit there for a bit, not really causing too much trouble and one would have thought you were not eating well as you were not growing.
A year or so passed and you grew in confidence, you wanted to explore, see other places and it was sudden. One day you were that quiet content child, the next you were wide eyed and hungry to take on the world. You didn’t do it nicely either. You didn’t care about me anymore, you tried to take over, you hurt me, you made me bleed, you made me cry. You wanted to control my life. You wouldn’t let me go out, you decided what clothes I should wear and stopped me sleeping at night. You made my life a misery. And why? Why, after I had been so good to you, given you a home and never asked you to leave.
You took advantage of my good nature, lulling me into a false sense of security and before I knew it, I no longer had a life of my own. You went too far though, you pushed and pushed until I snapped. Like a Dictator taking too much from their people, you wanted too much and I revolted. I decided I had had enough. I started rebelling, pushing you back, making your power weaker. I started off small, winning small battles and making you retreat.
You fought back a few times and I wondered if I would ever win this war. I won the odd battle here and there but you kept pushing back, reclaiming what you thought was yours. But I had support, I gained help from outside and together we pushed you back again. You didn’t realise I had this strength, you thought I was weak and I was, but no more.
You may still have some strongholds and I will continue to bombard you until you surrender completely. You may be sat in your castle thinking you can bide your time, that I will weaken again, that you will be able to stock arms and attack. Psoriasis, this war isn’t over, I will fight until the very end, no more shall I bleed. It will be you that waves the white flag.