My journey over the past few years has been nothing short of a nightmare. I've been battling what I suspect is eczema, with no history of it in my family. The real villain? The environment I once lived in, unknowingly sleeping beside walls infested with black mold.
Despite countless consultations—across Allopathy, Ayurveda, and Homeopathy—following every prescription to the letter, and spending a fortune (close to 3L now), not a single doctor has given me a clear diagnosis. They seem more interested in treating me as their cashcow than genuinely helping me. The small infection that began on my scalp has now spread to my entire body.
The mental agony is tormenting. The never ending random itching, flare-ups, and oozing have consumed my life. I lost my job due to my inability to focus which resulted in my poor performance, and eventually, I was terminated. The heartbreak didn't stop there. The fear of spreading this condition to my beloved girlfriend, whom I'd been with since 2016, led me to distance myself from her. I ended up breaking up with her as she constantly tried to stay close to me. Breaking up with her was like tearing my heart out, but I had to do it for her own good.
My life transformed from carefree to hypersensitive. Every aspect—food, sleep, hygiene—became a meticulous routine. I isolated myself from everyone, including my own family. Living a solitary existence within my own home, avoiding contact, and obsessively cleaning as I feared infestation became my new normal.
After a grueling year and a half, I finally found another job, but my suffering continues. Now in my late 20s (or early 30s, as I see it), the pressure to marry has begun. Yet, with this relentless condition tormenting me daily, marriage feels like a risk I don't want to take at the moment.
I want to fix myself first before everything else, but I just can't find a way because big pharma and its subordinates wants me to be on medications for the rest of my life.
I'm desperate for help. I don't know what to do anymore. 😭🙏