Category Archives: Topical Steroid Addiction and Withdrawal

A Big Deal

Today I wore a short sleeve shirt for the first time in almost seven years.

Yes, you read that correctly: seven years. For a very, very long time, my arms have been either too sun sensitive and/or too rashy/beat up/bloody to wear anything other than full length sleeves out and about. Today, they are not perfect, but I wore a t-shirt to work without thinking much of it. This is a big deal to me.

(Actually, my outfit today was a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops, with my hair up in a pony tail. I got multiple compliments on my appearance from my students, which made me laugh. I never dress this down for work, and apparently they think I should more often. ha!)

Thanks to phototherapy, my life is much easier right now. My legs and feet are practically PERFECT. I can’t stop touching and staring at them. The rest of me still isn’t all that great, but I accept small victories and am cherishing these better days.


Thanks guys…

Before I begin on this post: A big thanks to who have supported me this week regarding my last post. I was clearly venting, and do not always feel so down in the dumps, but it happens enough to sometimes make my life feel a little hard. But all those comments and phone calls really lifted my spirit, and I had a great rest of the week! It sounds a little unbelievable to me that simply reading the words “hang in there,” or “I’m thinking of you,” can make a difference in my state of mind, but I’ll take it. I should ask for your cheerleading more often…. 🙂

In terms of how I’m feeling physically, I’m no better than I was on Monday. In fact, I’m actually a little worse (blech.) BUT I’ve changed up my morning routine a bit this week, and it’s made a difference in my daily productivity. It’s hard to explain without getting into too much boring detail, but it’s been a really positive, albeit simple, change. So even though my skin has been a huge pain in my itchy butt, I’ve had a better, happier week. Thank you for helping me through it.

One big thing that’s been going on around here are Charlotte’s first swimming lessons! She is in a parent-tot class so she can swim with Daddy. I’ve been watching from the bleachers and getting a real kick out of how funny she is. Unfortunately, we are not allowed to take pictures at the pool, but I did get this very pathetic video (because I didn’t know the camera was in movie mode) before I was informed of this rule (and then grudgingly put my camera away):

Yeah, that’s about as lame as it gets.

Oh well. Next year I’ll pull the I didn’t know act on the first day of lessons and try to get an actual picture.

Charlotte is a little iffy on how she feels about her lessons. She is very cautious when it comes to the water (and always has been), so she doesn’t like trying things that get her face or head too close. She says all done at least twenty times during the 45 minute lessons, but at least she never cries or complains when we don’t actually get her out of the pool. Even though she isn’t a fan of everything she has to try, she has been a real trouper about it. I think the reason she sucks it up every day is because she LOVES the five minutes of free playtime at the end of each lesson. There is a basket of silly toys and she’ll talk about playing with the t-rex or the seahorse or the fire engine for the rest of the day.

My favorite moment from lessons this week was when I came in late on Tuesday morning. I walked by her group in the pool when Chris was gliding her across the water on her tummy. When she saw me her face lit up, and with the biggest grin on her face she called out, “Look at me, Mama! Look at me!” She absolutely shows off for me, and it’s pretty darling.

We have one more week of lessons beginning Monday and our goal for Charlotte is to have her blowing bubbles in the water. They call it “motor boating,” and there is even a song they sing for it (of course). Charlotte will have a chance for some extra practice when we visit Amy and Bob at their hotel pool this week. We’ll try to recreate swimming lessons there so that I can get pictures and video. Crazy Mom Alert!

TSW: Months 14-16

I’ve written this post in my head probably a hundred times since my last TSW post. Why I haven’t committed to putting the words on paper screen yet is simply due to avoidance. By the time I get to write at night, it’s my veg out time. Charlotte’s in bed, and for the first time all day I don’t have to worry about any of my shortcomings as a mom in this situation. The last thing I want to focus on is my skin, so I typically watch stupid shows like The Bachelorette or read pages and pages of lifestyle blogs about people I’ll never know. They’re the guilty pleasures I’ve stopped feeling guilty about because don’t we all deserve an escape? I’ve mentioned how I don’t blog as often anymore, and the deeper reason for this is because I don’t enjoy reflecting on my life as much these days. In a way it feels fake to post sweet and funny stories about our daily life when in reality I’m really struggling to be happy. (There is nothing fake about these posts, I assure you. It’s just that I feel like I am leaving out an ugly yet significant truth to our lives right now by never posting about it.)

I know. Get a grip, right? I have everything I’ve ever wanted – Chris is my dream, a teaching job I couldn’t have hand-picked any better, a house of our own, plenty of food to eat every day, a supportive loving family, and, of course, Charlotte: My everything. These things, these people do make me very happy, every day.

And yet, I can’t shake the blues. They’ll creep up on me on a night like tonight, after I had a good day, and then it just happens. I’m sobbing in the tub, the only place I can cry without my tears burning my face, while Chris has taken over making dinner or doing something else I should be doing instead of crying.

But I did really need that bath because my skin was a mess, like it is every day still. This is what is so hard: I expected to be better than this by now. I thought this summer would be better than last, and so far, it’s shaping up to be much of the same. I’m still trapped inside most of the day, chased away by the sun that is still agonizing me. Last fall, I thought my sensitivity was getting better, but now I’m not so sure any more. The sun, which has been such a great healer for everyone else I’ve “met” online, is my nemesis. I’ve been doing an experiment on my legs this week by spending just five minutes outside every day, and, from the looks of me, you’d think someone slashed my shins and ankles with forks. So what do I do? Never go outside before dark? Tell that to my two year-old. It’s all very confusing and hard to track my progress when it is so back and forth. One night a few weeks ago one of my arms felt really good. But then, the next morning, back to normal (bad) again. What the hell? This is making me insane.

I still believe I am going through topical steroid withdrawals, but now I doubt this is all there is to it. I’m concerned there is something else going on inside of me. Something complicated. Something we can’t figure out yet. I can’t do anything about this, so it’s scary. I don’t want that to be true. 

I am realizing that probably none of this makes sense since I haven’t updated about my skin in two months. Months 13 through 16 have not been kind to Katy. Maybe if we all chant together, get better get better get better, month 17 will be the corner I need to turn.

So anyway, here are lots of pictures I’ve taken over the past couple of months.

This was what my face looked like mid-April through early June:


The area around my mouth is such a problem zone. It gets so flaky and then I pick it so it looks even worse. I have no idea why this area gets bad, but I’ve read that others experience similar problems around their mouths, too. Sadly, that makes me feel better.

The next series of photos were taken in mid-May, when I tried to get a few minutes of sun late one afternoon after work. Actually, I don’t think I flared any worse after being in the sun that day, but I have every day since then. This sort of answer-less questioning drives me CRAZY.

You can see that I’m red, red, red again. Scratched up and swollen ankles. Skin so dry it wrinkles when I move (see my back).



Then, this weird thing happened to my inner thighs. It was like a severe wind burn or chafing (but it was not chafing) – so raw and tight and painful. I could barely walk. You can see the red lines on my skin like stretch marks. Thankfully, that went away after only a few days.


Here’s a picture of Charlotte and me taken around that time. I was never going to post it anywhere because I think it’s a hideous picture of me, but after showing you all these photos, what could be any worse, right?


(Charlotte, as usual, is adorable as ever!)

At the end of May I got shingles. Shingles! Isn’t that the disease that the 80 year-olds get on the commercials? Yeah, May was not a good month for me.

At least my shingles patch was small (about the size of a quarter), and the pain subsided after only a few days. I’m hoping you can’t get shingles twice, because if that’s true, then I’ll feel lucky that I had it and got it over with. Ha!


After my shingles started to clear up, my skin rebounded. My hands in particular have been giving me problems this summer after being good for many months. They’re a bit swollen, very red, irritated, and dry. Sometimes the dryness makes my skin crack, like it did here on my hand. (I did not cut my hand. It actually just cracked open like that. This sort of thing sort of blows my mind.)


The next three pictures taken in mid-June: my back (a big problem for me from the start), my chest (so dry here!), and my arm (lobster red after I probably scratched it).



*Never mind about the arm pic. It showed up HUGE when I uploaded it, so I took it out. Just imagine a red arm here.

Yes, I’ve been scratching a lot lately. I do so without abandon because I’ve realized it’s not worth trying not to. I will fail trying not to and then feel guilty about failing. It’s impossible to ignore the itch most of the time, and in a matter of seconds, I can undo days of no-scratching. So I let myself scratch.

As a result, my fingernails have taken a beating. Last week, this fingernail split apart. The tip of the nail was still hanging on to the underside of my nail, until eventually it broke off, too. I’m glad I got a picture of this because in a gross way it’s kind of cool.


So…..that’s my 14 through 16 month update. For all you ITSAN readers, I’m sorry I’m such a downer right now. It comes and goes in waves, so there are good times, too. (The rest of this blog proves that.) That said, the later months have been so much harder emotionally than the early months. But then, I’ve had these symptoms now for almost five years (before I knew I was addicted), so it’s suddenly been feeling like a lifetime for me. Don’t even get me started on “the lost years of my twenties.”

Right. Okay. I’m not going there.


Thank you all for letting me feel safe enough to vent.

Happy Birthday, ‘Murica!

Happy 4th (er, 5th) of July, Everyone! 

Our day yesterday started out by cleaning poop, pee, and barf out of the carpet. Yay! Charlotte was responsible for the first two, and Buddy has been ralphing up a storm these past few days (including 5 times this morning. ack!). Charlotte’s been having accidents the last couple of days, and she said something tonight that makes us suspect she is doing this on purpose so that she can have an extra bath (tricky girl!)….It’s a far cry from the baby who absolutely loathed the tub back in the day!  Anyway, because of all this, we actually spent the early part of our day yesterday buying a steam vac.

Life for me is pretty low key these days since my skin is really limiting what and how much I am able to do in a day, but, unlike last year, we did get out of the house!

Since Iowa City’s fireworks aren’t until tonight, we hit up Coralville’s show. We went out to dinner late around 8:00, and somehow, Charlotte was still going strong by the time we set down our blanket in the park around 9:30. Charlotte loved “getting cozy” with us on the blanket, and at one point, she decided to lay right on the grass and pull the blanket over her, tucking herself in. That only lasted a minute though before she was up and off wandering and singing to herself again.

Of course the moment she wandered just out our reach the fireworks started. And because of a “computer glitch” (read: human programming error), this show started with the finale – a nonstop boom and roar that lit up the sky for about minute [to watch an actual video, click here!]. Chris and I didn’t actually see much of it though because, upon hearing that first explosion, Charlotte took off running in the direction she was already headed – away from us. We had called out her name, but it was too loud for her to hear us. Chris had to chase after her through the crowd until she finally stopped and started sobbing. Luckily, he was only a step behind her at that point and could scoop her right up.

The rest of the show was pretty calm and lackluster. Charlotte sat with us quietly, at first refusing to watch before eventually allowing herself quick peeks. Phew. We were worried our child may have been scarred for life. She did, however, keep thinking about that moment of panic and reminding us about what happened about fifty times: “I run away and the big thunder comin’.” She brought it up this morning, and I think she’ll probably remember it next year, too. This kid forgets nothing.

Here are a few pictures of our girl in her red, white, and blue:


TSW Fashion

I have a closet full of clothes I don’t wear. I won’t wear. I can, of course, but I won’t because I don’t want to ruin them with my greasy, overly moisturized skin (which quickly returns to the dry dead zone). For the past year, I’ve been rotating the same ten or so outfits: jeans on the bottom and t-shirt/zip-up/cardigan on top. And I’m really picky about that t-shirt. It can’t be one I like even remotely. I have to hate it, which is why you’ll usually find me in one of Chris’s white Hanes tees (size large). You know, the ones that come in packs of six at Walmart. Chris bought them for himself ages ago to wear under sweaters in the winter, and I’ve adopted single every one of them to wear every single day. It only took me about six months to decide that I should do something about the fact that size large is way too big on me. So what did I do? I cut off the bottom of the shirts with some kitchen scissors. Now I really look awesome. The one I wore today was cut too short to tuck into my jeans, so it hung out the bottom of my City High zip-up sweatshirt (casual Friday!). I guess the kids at school are used to my “fashion” because no one even said anything. I was planning on telling them that I was just doing my part to bring back the eighties if they did ask.

So, I’m having fashion issues lately. It’s a good thing I don’ Is that bad? Probably.

Here’s what I’m wearing on my arms tonight:


It’s the double sock look. Cut the toes out of a pair of knee socks and a pair of ankle socks, and you can have this look, too! Frankly, I’m pretty proud of this idea because it means I don’t have to have Chris wrap my arms in gauze and ace bandages every morning. That was the pits. Toeless socks = way easier! And washable. Big bonus.

So, that’s my little Friday night update. I’m about to watch a movie with my man dressed in my cute little wife pajamas. Wait, did I say cute little wife pajamas? What I really meant was white tee, sock arms…- Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.



*Kind people have actually bought me comfy clothes to wear through all this. Clothes that I am supposed to not care about ruining, or whatever. But so far all those clothes are too cute! I keep telling myself that I’ll want to wear this or that when I’m better, which means I certainly can’t wear them now. Chris thinks I’m completely insane for this, and I’d have to say I’m beginning to agree with him. Ah well.

Extra, extra! (Blogs to share)

I’ve mentioned recently that I’m struggling with my skin again. Really, really struggling. I look and feel like I did many months ago, which I thought wouldn’t or even couldn’t happen again at this point. Pfft. Silly me. Of course it can happen again. This is the most unpredictable thing in the world that isn’t over til it’s over. And I knew it wasn’t over.

Anyway, even though it may not seem like it to some of you, I really don’t talk or write about all this very often. After thinking about it and experiencing it all day every day, I find that I just don’t have the energy or desire to spend much time writing about it.

But, luckily, others do a much better job documenting their experiences going through topical steroid withdrawal online.  There are so many other blogs out there right now written all about this by people going through it now, parents of children going through withdrawal, and people already healed (the best!).  Along with the forum, these blogs have been a great resource for me, mainly to keep reassuring me that I’m normal, I’m not alone in this, and that it will end. I have read so many incredible posts that pinpoint exactly what I’m going through, as well as how I think and feel about it. In some ways, even though we don’t know each other personally, we are the only people who really understand one another. I’m grateful for the internet. 

I read this post tonight by Leslie from pinklikeabeacon, and I wanted to share it because I decided it’s exactly what I’d write, too. I think you should read it. 

This is another good one by Brittany from A Little Itchy. She wrote this a couple of months ago, but I just re-read it and think it’s perfect.

And there are so many others, really. I’m just sharing a couple I came across tonight.

If you want to check out some other TSA/W blogs, here is a big ole list.


And many more! More and more blogs and ITSAN members are popping up every day, too, which means the word is getting out. Yay!



Month 13 off the ‘roids (ha) hasn’t been too kind. My skin took a few steps back in recent weeks.

See my arms:



Much worse than my last update, right? I KNOW.

These pictures show my arms recently “greased up” with all my moisturizers. Otherwise my skin is dry dry dry, even more so than usual (which hardly seems possible to me) . I don’t have pictures of the rest of my body, but you can get the idea.

Some people I’ve met on facebook and the ITSAN forum describe the withdrawal like a roller coaster, and I’ve heard others say that healing “takes us one step forward and two steps back.” Others are a bit more forthright: this itchy bastard fucking sucks. I’d agree with all those people.

When I regress like this, the first couple of weeks are the most difficult. This is because every single time I get even a tiny bit better I become used to it instantly. After the initial shock and discomfort, I start to grow accustomed to my new normal until it all clears up a little more again.

Despite how long this is taking and how frustrating the unpredictability of it is, I feel more and more confident that all this will end for me. Sometimes I think about the if onlys and feel mad at myself. For example: if only I’d started my withdrawal when all this started 4.5 years ago I’d be long done with this by now. Or if only I hadn’t taken x, y, and z drugs along the way, because who knows how messed up my body’s going to be when I’m fifty.

Oh well. Hindsight is always 20/20. At least I can say that I really didn’t know. I really, really had no idea.



Real Beauty

If you’re on facebook, chances are you’ve seen this video created by Dove. I saw it today and LOVED it. I just had to share it here.

I’m turning 30 in eight days, my skin is a hot mess right now (it’s going through a major dry spell), and I’ve been feeling a little low. This video lifted me up some today. Not because I needed to feel beautiful (believe me when I say I’m way beyond that at this point!), but because it reminded me to trust that my body is working hard for me, doing what it needs to do to heal. And that is beautiful.

Ladies, let’s be kinder to ourselves, okay?

TSW: One Year Update


This post contains pictures that some may consider graphic. If you are here to see cute pictures of my daughter and do not want to read about my withdrawal from topical steroids, click away and check back tomorrow for something more lighthearted. Yes, I am nervous to post such personal pictures of myself.

The middle of March marked one year since I’ve gone off steroids and started this long (miserable) withdrawal process. And since it’s the last day of this lion of a month, I think I better an update on my progress over the past year.

It’s difficult for me to put into words all the thought and emotions that go along with this experience so far because my thoughts and emotions are all over the place. On one hand I’ve felt exhausted, scared, worried, downtrodden, depressed, cynical, envious, guilty, and anxious (to name few). But on the other hand, and sometimes at the same time, I’ve also felt hopeful, excited, relieved, lucky, lighthearted, joyous, and optimistic. You name it, I’ve lived it this past year.

I knew I wouldn’t be healed after one year, and if I had to guess (based on my withdrawal so far and my history with steroids) I’d probably say that two and a half years is my number. But I am hopeful that the very worst is behind me.

My withdrawal started off slowly compared to most people I’ve heard about. This is probably because I was still on the immunosuppressant that was supposed to help my skin back before I knew about TSA. When I did stop taking the drug in May, my skin rapidly went down hill. My worst months were July through October. I had a bit of a break with calmer skin in November and December before going through a rough patch again in January and February of this year. In March things started to calm down again, and now we are on the brink of April already! I’m hoping my birthday month is extra nice to me. 🙂 

Here is my one year progress report through pictures:


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As you can see, I’m looking better, but I’ve still got some healing to do. Let’s talk about that first.

A Work in Progress

The overall dryness and flaking. For me, this has been the most unrelenting and bothersome aspect of the withdrawal. The severity of it ebbs and flows, but so far “my best” is still pretty bad and nowhere near normal. It’s not like a peeling sunburn with large pieces of dead skin hanging off my body at this point (though it certainly has been at times), but rather an utter lack of moisture that seems to originate in the core of my body. No moisturizer fixes this. My body is just not producing oils to keep my skin smooth. As a result, there are fine lines covering most of my body, and my skin has a dusty, ashy quality. When I take my clothes off, I can shake out teeny tiny particles of skin that have rubbed off. It’s disgusting and probably TMI for all you readers, but it’s reality right now. Let me tell you, I do a lot of cleaning and vacuuming these days, so you don’t have to worry that my house is gross. Anyway, for this reason I still have to spend a lot of time taking care of my skin throughout the day, and mornings are typically stressful and rushed. I wear frumpy clothes every day because I don’t want all my moisturizers to ruin all the clothes I actually like. I’m waiting for Clinton and Stacy from What Not to Wear to ambush me any day now….

Itching. It’s strange because lately my legs have been itching me like crazy yet the skin there is better in every way than it is anywhere else on my body. Could that mean this late-stage itch is a sign of healing…? I don’t know. Nothing about this makes any sense. Everyone knows that dryness causes itchiness, so there’s that, too. At this point, I don’t even notice half the time I’m scratching. If you’ve spent any time with me over the past few years, I’m sure you’ve seen me in action. Luckily, itching rarely keeps me up late at night or wakes me in the middle of the night anymore. THANK GOD. That sucked.

Bedtime. I still struggle with bedtime because it’s a major source of anxiety for me. Even though itching isn’t keeping me up, I still have a hard time falling asleep at night and an even harder time waking up on in the morning. This is a mental thing. In bed is where I do most of my deep thinking, most of my worrying, most of my wondering will I ever ever ever get better?  I’ve grown to despise and totally dread mornings because I hate the whole routine I have to go through to get ready. It’s not as bad as it use to be because my overall skin is better than it was, but waking up in discomfort and immediately having to deal with it in such a physical way is not a fun way to start a day. 

Getting back to being Katy. I’m realizing more and more how much all of this has affected me emotionally. It’s crept into more parts of my life than I’d like to admit. I’m more anxious, more OCD, more withdrawn, more “hot and cold,” than the real me was. The last ten years haven’t always been easy for me, but the past 4.5 have really sealed the deal that I’m probably still going to be dealing with this emotionally even after my skin has healed. I’ll address that issue when I get there though.


Okay, so now for the positives. It’s much more fun to get the good news last!

 My hands! Even when I was on steroids and all the drugs, my hands never looked much better than they do right now. Once the withdrawal process started, it was a rapid decline that ended up at their worst at the end of July. The ugly truth:



Look at the elephant skin! Look at the redness and peeling! Look at the swelling! I couldn’t wear my wedding ring for eight months due to all that swelling. But now my ring is back on and back to rolling loosely around my finger. (And my ring is a whopping size 4, so the fact that it’s loose again is a true testament to my healing.)

Here are my hands now, still looking dry and wrinkly, but no longer red, swollen, flaking, and itchy!

DSC_0044(While my before pictures don’t make me look as bad as I did in real life, this picture of my hands now actually make them look worse! Gah!)

Sleep. As I mentioned above, I sleep soundly through the night most nights these days. This has been true for a while now actually. I would say around six months into my withdrawal is when I stopped waking up multiple times throughout the night due to the itch. I know many people struggle with sleep much longer than I did, so I feel pretty lucky in that way.

Mornings. Yes, I did just rant about how much I hate mornings. I still do, especially on work days, but not as much as I used to.  When my skin improves, my mornings improve. As my skin is right now, it doesn’t take as long to care for each day and it isn’t painful when I wake up. I can move my face. It’s no longer unbearable. Annoying, itchy, frustrating – yes. Painful, tear-inducing, soul-destroying – no way. I’m getting better, and my mornings are, too.

Redness and elephant skin. I would say my skin tone has gone from tomato to pastel pink, depending on the body part. My upper body is pinker than my lower body, and this has always been true no matter what shade of red it’s been. People who don’t know me or just see me in passing probably don’t notice anything unusual about my skin. The elephant skin around my knees, elbows, and fingers is slowly going away, too. This is good because wrinkly knees made me feel 90 years old.

My legs. They are still a bit cut up, and like I said, they can itch like crazy, but the skin on my legs is smoother than anywhere else on my body. The moisture is returning there for sure (I am significantly less dry on my legs), and this gives me hope that it will spread to the rest of my body eventually, too.

Sun sensitivity. I’ve written about my extreme sun sensitivity here before, and I’m happy to say that those days are still behind me. I don’t break out in a rash the moment any light touches my face. If I have a reaction to the sun, it’s going to be a normal sunburn because I have fair skin rather than an oozing, spreading rash because I have a “sun allergy.” Dr. Rapaport says that the sun is wonderful for late-stage healing, so I am excited to use the sunshine for my benefit this summer. This aspect of my healing has truly been a life-changer for me.

Life, in general. My skin isn’t holding me back as much as it used to. I’m getting out, being social, and taking Charlotte to the park. I wouldn’t say it’s perfect yet, but compared to one year ago, life is good. If I never improve any more, I wouldn’t like it, but at least the thought doesn’t make me want to jump off a cliff or anything. I could still be happy person, at least most of the time.  🙂

DSC_0091(This was Father’s Day last year. As you saw in the pictures above, my skin was in an awful state, and I felt every bit of it. I definitely didn’t want my picture taken, but somehow Chris snuck me into this photo of Charlotte. I like it not because the distance prevents one from seeing what things looked like up close, but because my face shows that I had a really good day regardless of it all.)


Any questions about topical steroid addition and withdrawal or my experience? Leave a comment or email me! katherine dot bremer at gmail dot com.

Snow Day

After our 60 degree yesterday, school was cancelled today due to snow and ice. Seriously, Iowa — come on! While mid-week work breaks are nice, we always have to make up days like this, so a three day weekend in April had to go. It really was nice staying home with Charlotte today, though. You would think we’d have gone outside to play in the snow, but that didn’t happen. Charlotte has two winter coats, mittens, a handful of cute hats, but no snow boots. I cannot bring myself to allow her to play in the snow and slush in her (totally expensive) Uggs… (…that we did not buy. Thanks, Grandma Margaret!)

Instead, we had dance parties to Lady Gaga, for whom Charlotte has rekindled her fondness, and cleaned some crayon off the walls for the nine hundredth time. While Charlotte napped for nearly three hours (!!), I watched an entire movie on Netflix (The Switch; it was cute/funny) and still had an hour to just putz around.

Chris’s labs have started up for the semester, which means he’ll be gone Monday through Wednesday and Friday nights, and after only half a week, I’m already counting down the days until that’s over. Mainly because it means I have to wait until Thursday to watch Downton Abbey every week. It’s.So.Hard. (So please don’t spoil it for me, people! I know this week’s episode was a big one…)

Lately, I just feel like I have nothing to write about here. My life is really boring and monotonous right now as I am riding out this dreadful flare and generally detesting winter in every way. And while I am incredibly grateful for so many things in my life, I feel like I have this giant Eeyore rain cloud following me around lately. I’m frustrated, uncomfortable, and just plain sad a lot lately. A lot of people don’t know that I’ve been dealing with this skin issue for four and a half years now, and I’m really, really tired. (I’m also really, really good at pretending everything is okay in front of other people, which drives Chris crazy, but I can’t help it.) I tell myself that I know I’ll get better, but if I’m really being truthful, it’s hard for me to actually believe that. It’s been so long since I’ve felt good; it’s difficult to imagine getting back to that again.

I know this is a depressing post to read, but I’m just having one of those months. I’m going to disable comments on this post not because I don’t appreciate all the kind and encouraging words I know you’ll have for me (I really, really do!), but because I don’t want people to feel like they have to say something in response to this. I’m not writing this because I want people to feel bad for me. I think I just need to vent more, and this is as good a place as any to do it!

Moving on…

I have about one hour to spend with Chris tonight before he has to leave again for lab, so off the computer I go! We’re having salmon salad tonight, and we’re eating in the dining room (which is actually just our living room). I think we’ll need to get Charlotte a booster or some kind of chair like this because wheeling her high chair in is getting kind of old. (P.S. I think I’d rather get one of those chairs than a new T.V. or car or cute puppy, because how cool are they?!) Right now, Charlotte is topless and eating Honey Nut Cheerios, so I better go take those away before she ruins her dinner. Gosh, I sound like such a Mom!