The day I’d been diagnosed with hyperhidrosis was the day I came face to face with my demons though it was also a relief of sorts as there was finally an explanation for these experiences. But boy, how my demons haunted me. They chased me everywhere I went and no matter how hard I avoided them, from time to time they’d catch me. Laugh with glee as I started to shake . Huge waves of anxiety grasping at my heart as sweat, abnormal amounts of them seep their way out of my skin coating at me like a blanket as I writhed in their hold.Sometimes I manage to tear free and continue the endless process of running away but sometimes I can’t , when I’m so exhausted from all the running, so tired from all their stares, so wearied at being the different one. I …show more content…
They have temporary ways of relief. But once they wear off I am met with rude awakenings as I jerk up from my dream and start running again. I try. I try so hard to ignore that it’s a part of me but whenever I get so close in believing it’s gone. It makes its presence known. My classmates,having never seeing anything like it before erupt into fits of laughter as my teacher makes a joke on how difficult it’ll be for me to hold my girlfriend’s hand. It’s just a joke, but I’d be lying if I said a part of the 14 year old me cracked at the thought of never being able to normally do mundane things such as these.
I’m 17 now. 17 years of endurance and if you think it gets easier, think again. I had my first crush then, she being a bud that blossomed beautifully into the ripe of age of 17. She was the epitome of lovely. Making my insides flutter and brain turn to mush whenever she graced me with her charming smiles and calming presences. But oh how much I detested myself even more then. As I caught her secretly wiping her palms onto her skirt after shaking my clammy hands.She knew of my condition and that small action alone was yet another painful sting to remind me of how I just wasn’t the
Being chased in a nightmare is one of the most fearful nights anyone has ever encountered. Every time when you were about to get caught by something or someone, you fall into an utter darkness. When you open your eyes, you realized this is the reality. Perhaps, the dreams you've been having constantly each night were here to frighten you. At the end, you have the remains of these memories, and these remains are what are important. These little pieces of memories can be useful as they can help you to begin your journey in conquering your fears. Without them, how can you learn to have faith and perseverance? Having perseverance can help an individual go on their path to find happy dreams they wish to have. Hope can divert one's mind into putting a lot of effort and time into their passion of work they are willingly to sacrifice. Even a little of false hope can help. It also applies to in the real world where one has to fight their way out of the miseries of barriers that are laid in front of them. Encountering your fears are the worst moments in life, but you will grant a reward for succeeding them. Not all people are brave enough to struggle alone. This fight is only between you and your fears. Don't let anyone stop you from trying something they think you're no match for. Though using perseverance and having hope can be tricky, this lets you to face the fact that you can face fears in reality and overcome them. The beginning doesn't count but the end of your long voyage from experiences earned counts.
When it comes to history of hyperhidrosis, it is very important to emphasize on the pattern of sweating (location, duration, frequency, volume, symmetry, specific triggers, and nocturnal sweating). These factors are all important. Besides, age of onset, impact on quality of life, family history and secondary etiology are also necessary. The proper diagnostic and treatment procedures of primary focal hyperhidrosis requires that the disorder should be diagnosed when
...plied twice or three times daily all over. Care must be taken to apply emollients gently in the direction of the hair (to avoid irritating the hair follicles).
What are these red patches of skin on my body that I can’t ever help from scratching? It is eczema, which is defined as a medical condition in which patches of skin become inflamed, with blisters that cause itching and bleeding. Genetics take a role in the possibility of having eczema, after comes the diagnosis, then being prescribed the treatment needed, and lastly their prognosis.
All human bodies have an immune system, which is a complex network of cells and organs that protect the body from germs and other foreign substances. A mistake can make the body unable to tell the difference between foreign substances and the body’s own cells. When this happens, the body makes auto-antibodies that attack body cells by mistake. When a foreign substance invades your body (like a cold virus or bacteria on a thorn that pricks your skin) your immune system attacks it. It tries to identify, kill and get rid of the invaders that might harm you. But sometimes problems with your immune system cause it to mistake your body’s own healthy cells as invaders and then repeatedly attack them. This is called an autoimmune disease.
Rosacea is a common skin disorder of the facial skin that affects well over 16 million Americans without them knowing the condition is present. It appears as red discoloration or bumps on the surface of the skin. Over time, the redness becomes brighter and more persistent and blood vessels begin to appear on the skin. The cause of this condition is unknown, but could be caused by hereditary or environmental factors. A number of these same factors can trigger the rosacea and send blood rushing into the surface of the skin. These factors can include alcohol, extreme temperatures, sunlight/wind, emotions, exercise, and certain cosmetic items. All of these factors combined could cause a flare up of the disorder at any given time.
Almost every little girl grew up on the fantasy stories of true love that lasts forever. I don’t know about true love, but I thought I had finally found the guy who could make me feel complete for a little while. I can still remember how I felt the first time I met him. I thought I had been dreaming, that the man in front of me wasn’t a real person. I thought it would never happen though, because of the absoulute fool I made out of myself the first time we met. As luck would have it though, before I even knew his name, one of his friends was trying to set us up. It was a shock for a girl like me that had never exactly been anyone’s first choice for a prospective girlfriend. The next month was probably the best month I had had in many years as I spent it talking with and spending time with this man that seemed far to perfect. He seemed to be the one I could share anything with, and he cared for me as he would try to cheer me up when he heard that I had been sick and injured. I couldn’t have asked for a better person in my life at that moment. At the end of the month he pulled me aside and asked if I would date him, and that’s when what I then thought would be a fantastic relationship started. Unfortunately, fate has a nastly habit of ripping happiness from unsuspecting victims.
In the eighth grade, I dated a boy named Ben. He could ride a unicycle and sew, and we sat next to each other on the bus to the learn-to-ski program. Before it was assured that he like-liked me, and we officially dated, I was head-over-heels for this boy. I was planning on asking him out soon when we went to the Black Ice Tournament at White Park. It was there we ran into Lucy Arsenault, who was one grade above me, a very cool, very mature high schooler whom I had known for some time. Sometimes in middle school she would let me sit next to her on the bus, and tell me about her even cooler older bisexual sister who would drive her to the mall. Flip phone in hand, it was mere minutes before she procured Ben’s phone number. I did not think all hope was lost, but when I was making plans with Ben that night to go skiing that weekend, he told me that he now had a girlfriend! This was real heartbreak, and I listened to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie on my mom’s iPod nano until Tuesday, when they broke up. Lucy became one of my closest friends later on in high school, and joke’s on her because now I’m dating her brother, and it’s been way longer than a week.
The moment I stepped out of my class, it was always my path heading in opposite direction. It was always the constant desire to experience something more. It was the dull beating of my heart that reminded me that what I desire was something beyond this, yet I am trapped in a mere shell of a girl. It kills me constantly, to not be able to do all the things I want, live all the live I want, experience all the experiences I want, and be everything I want.
When I was a freshman in high school I found my first love. My first love and I were in an off- again/on-again relationship for nearly four years. I was so overwhelmed with the attention and so-called love that I did not understand that my honesty and vulnerability was going to be taken advantage of significantly. He would be extremely loving one day and then the next he would be condescending and negative. When I would open up and tell him how I was feeling or why I was upset he would dismiss my feelings or make me feel insecure for even speaking my mind. It took me nearly four years to realize that I should not be defined as someone who should not express what I was feeling just because of an unhealthy relationship. My vulnerability took a tremendous blow and was almost non-existent by the time I was going into my senior year because I was filled with so much shame and hurt. My friendships and perspective relationships began to disintegrate because I fell into the myth of believing that vulnerability could be overcome alone. Over the span of a few months I began to open up again and I ended up finding my second love. We had the most perfect relationship at the very beginning so I began exposing my vulnerability, later I found that this was one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made. Similar to my ex, he began taking advantage of my vulnerability and used it against me to belittle
have repressed these feelings for so long because it is too painful for them to
rumors began going around that i was a slut & was accused of fucking multiple guys even though i was a virgin. people lost respect for me & eventually started attacking me on social media. i began to change rapidly, and i began to worry my parents, my friends, and my therapist. apparently my depression and anxiety weren't alone, because i was then diagnosed with bipolar. depression, you led me to steal my father's pain killers & abuse them to the point i could take 6 at once and not feel anything. i began to cut again, but holy shit these were worse. these cuts left scars that are still here and will be here for the rest of my life. and again, this goes on daily for months. so now it's almost the end of freshman year, and i actually lost my virginity to a guy who treated me like shit and broke my heart. but as hard as that was, the drugs & self harm you introduced me to helped me through it. well, they helped me until i had my first overdose, at least. an overdose that was caused by me taking 20 pain killers on the last day of school. my dad found me asleep on the couch covered in my own throw up not being able to stand up or form a complete sentence. he knew i had smoked that day but nothing else, so i didn't tell him
A phobia is a persistent and intense fear — and may be considered irrational – of an object, situation, place, animal or activity. Phobias are diagnosed when it starts to interfere with an Individual’s ability to work, socialise and go about their daily routine. Those whom have a phobia will normally have their anxiety levels strikingly high and in response their feared stimulus will cause significant distress and impair their normal functioning. It is listed in the fifth edition of the ‘Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM-5)’ under anxiety disorders. However, it is stated by many doctors such as ‘Dr. Christopher L. Heffner’ that phobias are highly treatable and will have the highest likelihood of recovery compared to other psychological
Psoriasis is an incurable dermatological autoimmune disease that is characterized by red, itchy, scaly patches of abnormal skin that vary in size and severity.
Imagine being able to wear a low-cut dress, a swimsuit or a gym shirt without having to worry about the way your skin looks. When you have eczema, the simple task of picking out your clothes every day can seem impossible. Although it looks like a physical ailment, this skin condition is actually intricately linked to the way you handle stress and anxiety.