This is my #victory #photo. #selfieNOTpsoriasis My head scarf was needing adjusting. I made a bad, but very normal decision to run a fine toothed black comb through my hair before I put my scarf back on. Now, if you have #scalppsoriasis perhaps you too know the damage one fine toothed comb can do to an #obssesive #picker (That flakey skin doesn't belong there! It itches but also almost pulls at my scalp. Once it is gone, my whole body does an 'Ahhhh' of relief, even though it's replaced by raw & constant pain.) I started this comb-running, started gathering the little bits of me that came with it. I felt out of control. I knew this would hurt me more later, but I. Could. Not. Stop. .
The dialog in my head went like this "oh just stop. Just stop yourself! Oh god, something stop me. Phone, just beep or something. Anything!" And then I remembered, I DO have tools for this. And I dropped the comb and started #tapping. I tapped my forehead, both corner of my eyes, under my nose, on my chin, then under my collar bones. There is a specific sequence to this and it's been awhile, so I need to freshen my memory with some youtube videos explaining it (you should too, if it's calling to you). And somehow in all those taps, I was able to let go, put my scarf back on and #stop. So, I decided to celebrate on Instagram of course and a new hash tag, with some old flair was born. Kinda just came to me: . #selfieNOTpsoriasis .
I shall make peace with my #psoriasis and succeed in healing. I shall. For I am a #psoriasiswarrior