TSW Will Claim Your Entire Existence and You Will Be Forced to Surrender

Well… It’s 2025 and I’m still suffering from this horrible and disabling illness of TSW. Holy f****** Christ above; this is the worst thing I have ever had to endure in my life. Nobody in my life understands what I’m going through. Nobody in my life understands the pain and torture I have to endure every single miserable day of my existence. Nobody has to endure the endless itch and sweating. The zingers attack me relentlessly and the only possible comfort I ever receive is from sitting naked on a dish towel in front of a fan. And yet I strive to be positive but some days like today I don't really feel like being positive. TSW sucks SO badly and I wish I could have known earlier that this illness was even possible.

I’ve been suffering for about 3.5 years now. I went to the dermatologist for very minor eczema on my lips and elbows and torso. I used hydrocortisone over the counter cream and applied it daily to my lips. The dermatologist prescribed me triamcinolone. Wow! Amazing! This crap healed my eczema instantly! THANK GOD, RIGHT?

Nah, bro. A few weeks after using this my “eczema” got worse and the triamcinolone stopped working… the dermatologist then prescribed me clobetasol propionate. Awesome. It’s literally a magic cream! And screw it I might as well slab on both the triamcinolone AND the clobetasol for maximum effect! There's no way in Hell that it could affect me in such a negative way, right? Oh... and not to mention the "here and there" prednisone pill I would eat for fun. As soon as I ate those magic little beans my skin would clear up immediately! AND... I might as well get a steroid shot every time my skin gets bad because yanno... Why not? Why suffer? Right?! RIGHT?!

After misusing prednisone, steroid creams, and steroid shots I finally met my match with TSW around August 2021. It hit me rather slowly but then rapidly snowballed into an extremely disabling sickness that controls me to this day. It started on my lips. Then my face became a wreck. Then what do you know? The rest of my entire body became red and inflamed and dry and the itch took control of the ship that is my body. In the beginning stages my skin was so disgustingly oozy and swollen and I knew that something was wrong. The steroid creams quit working. The prednisone still worked but it seemed like every time I ate a pill my skin would get even worse than its previous state after the prednisone ran its cycle. And so a very slow and painful deterioration of my skin ensued. I was putting jars and jars of petroleum jelly on my lips just so that they wouldn't be so goddamn dry. Oh, my God. My lips were an absolute mess all the time. My face was pretty much second place for crusting and desecration. The hydrocortisone that I had smothered my face with was coming back to haunt me with a vengeance. The rest of my skin followed suit rather quickly. My legs were absolutely destroyed and I place all the blame on the clobetasol and the triamcinolone. I smothered my legs with this garbage and thought I would be fine! Besides... the doctor never said anything about any side effects. So I had to be okay, right?

My whole entire world was turned upside down and inside out over the course of a very painful few months. I was confused. I was lost. I was hurt. I looked and felt so ugly. I had to fix this. There had to be something that would bring me relief. I talked to my dermatologist about TSW and she flat out denied its existence and kicked me out of the office for even mentioning that she might be incorrect about her hypothesis. TSW is real and yes; a majority of the dermatologists in the United States are going to deny its existence. The reason? I'm guessing it has to do with their egos the most and then maybe partially the profits that the United States healthcare system makes off sick patients. But mostly it has to do with ego.

Anyways, my dermatologist put me on methotrexate but I failed it rather quickly because I wanted to try Dupixent. And so after about two weeks of taking methotrexate I failed it and gave up on the dermatologist entirely. I couldn't stand her attitude and after trying multiple dermatologists from the same company I realized quickly that they do not give a single f*** about me and they refuse to believe in TSW. Okay, cool! I'll heal from this myself!

No, you won't, Daniel. I began eating prednisone daily with no recourse. These pills were the only thing that helped and mind you I didn't care or know about the consequences. I didn't taper from them and these were not prescribed to me from a doctor. I ate my dog's pills that were prescribed from a vet because that's how desperate I was to escape from this Hell each day. I just ate them like sweet tarts. I didn't care. I am also 100% they did a lot of damage to my adrenals and God knows how badly they f***** me.

Eventually I ran out of prednisone and I went back to my dermatologist. She told me to stop eating the prednisone and prescribed me Dupixent. Long story short the Dupixent did not help me at all. In the beginning it took the itch away for a little bit but then my face began to get erythema from another dimension. My face was worse on the Dupixent than it was without it. My fingers and extremities also began to get numb and this side effect requires you to stop taking Dupixent immediately if it happens. And so my self esteem went even lower into the abyss of Hell and I realized that I might just be absolutely f***** with no way out. So what did I do you might ask?

I began drinking heavily. And to this day I drink more than a fish with a hangover. I have been drinking daily in extreme amounts because this is the only way I can escape the insufferable itch and pain from TSW. And trust me I feel like a huge loser. I know it's destroying my liver and my throat and I'm already in the beginning stages of GERD from my alcoholism. But I simply don't care. If I'm not drinking then I am scratching ALL DAY. I am sweating from the time I get up until sunset. I know that drinking is going to kill me but I simply don't care. I drink to get away from TSW. It's the only thing that helps. Well... The freezing cold also helps immensely but who really cares to sit naked in front of a fan all day? Who really cares to go outside shirtless and in gym shorts when it's 19 degrees outside in Pennsylvania? And then all my neighbors and everybody thinks I'm absolutely crazy and they think I'm psychotic or on drugs... Yeah, guys! Don't mind me! F****** as******...

I went back to the dermatologist and got prescribed methotrexate again and I'm sticking it out this time. I am just so sick of this and I'm willing to try anything to return back to normal. My liver is probably going to pop from drinking excessively while taking methotrexate but then it's like do I even care? Hell nah! I think at this point I'd rather be... Well... You know the word that ends that sentence. I don't want this post to be blocked. I'm only 26 years old, people. Life is supposed to be full of wonder and amazement and new opportunities and people and I haven't got to experience any of that because of this sick and twisted punishment given to me from the gods above who created this sick disease. I isolate myself from the majority of the world and my parents are absolutely getting sick of me. My little sister is repulsed by me and feels no sympathy. Actually; nobody feels any sympathy. I can't tell you the amount of times I've been told to "man up" and just "push through the pain." I haven't worked a job since September 2022. I tried. I tried to go to work when my face was disgusting and all the customers would ask me "What's wrong with your skin?" I tried to work through the profuse sweating and the constant itch but honestly? I'm at my wit's end.

I hate this shit. I can't stand looking in the mirror and realizing what a weak and worthless disabled piece of shit I am now. And I'm constantly reminded by everyone around me that life isn't going to wait around for me to heal. And that makes me even worse. I'm so goddamn angry inside of my soul and I just don't know what else to do but drink. I had to post this because I'm lowkey dying inside. You guys will understand. You guys will give me positivity to keep pushing forward through this bullshit. I just want to be normal. I simply can't believe that TSW even exists and it could be this debilitating. I took my normal skin for granted every day and now I would do anything to get back to normal. I'm sorry if this stirred any negative emotions inside you but I had to get my story out to somebody. Anybody. This just isn't fair. It's not fair to any of us. We don't deserve this. I don't understand why we have to go through this and I never will. Please... Whoever created this simulation... PLEASE HEAL US.