I woke up this morning and like always, absently rubbed my belly. I wasn’t quite awake yet, but what I found there shot my eyes open. Unbelievably, what I felt was warm, soft, even skin. A bump and a little rough patch but….that’s it. This may seem like one of those “cool story bro, tell it again’s” but bear with me.

Finally, after months and months of light therapy and self esteem issues, my psoriasis has decided to cut me some slack. I’ve been meditating and giving myself some good talkings to in the mirror to make myself feel special and important. Now, I don’t know if that has anything to do with my psoriasis buuut, hey can’t hurt, right?

Usually, I wake up to little snowflakes blessed about my bed, my clothes, and my hair, making me look like I’d been smothered by a snowglobe. My skin is usually prickled with red sandpaper patches, like impressionist paintings all along my arms, torso, and legs. It’s not gone entirely, I can still see them some, but I can feel myself healing.

Dear Lord, Thank you.