Psoriatic-Arthritis.com Team
*This giveaway has closed but we still welcome community members to share how PsA has impacted their daily life.*
In what ways does psoriatic arthritis impact your daily life? Do others in your life recognize and understand the effect of PsA on your day-to-day life? Please share your experiences with us!
CommunityMember62e278 Member
I suffered from plaque psoriasis since I was little. When I got older and started a career as a CNA I started having issues with pain in my joints of my fingers , my lower back and toes... I also developed carpal tunnel in both wrists. It got to the point where my fingers were bothering me , the pain is awful. 3 yrs ago I lost my grandma due to covid and it shook me really bad and kicked the psoriatic arthritis into gear.. I was diagnosed 2 yrs ago, I can't open things, and my fingers started deforming along with having "sausage digits: . I wake up and cry in pain, I have extreme fatigue, brain fog and now have depression, I had to stop working . I was on medicaid and was able to get on humira, but it wasn't working.. while trying to get approved for tremfya they took my medicaid away... I can't afford insurance even for myself. I'm a wife and mom of 2. My oldest has Autism.. I feel useless alot and alone because nobody understands what I'm going through. I wish I could get help , I'm scared that I won't be able to use my hands.. I'll be 42 this year.
Reggide Member
Iām so sorry you are going thru this. I am a single mom and no insurance. I have been approved for Tremfya that worked for over 5 years and cocentyx which didnāt work through patient assistance. Donāt give up!!! Please. Gentle hugs. I have both also.
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karakat131 Member
To put it simply, I do not exist without my PsA.
I was diagnosed with skin psoriasis at age 4, and about ten years later when I became a pre-teen the arthritis set in. My entire life has been navigating the roads between doctors, pharmacies, getting better, and flaring up. I am 22 years old and I feel as if I have an elderly body. The pain, the anxiety, it is all part of my character at this point.
But, despite the crushing weight and embarrassment of my failing immune system, I do not let it control me. I still go out with skin psoriasis plaques on my face where the world will stare and judge. I still wear shirts that become snowy with flakes from my scalp. Some days I show up with medical braces on my knees and back to ease the enthesitis and PsA, other days I take my forearm crutches because I'm weaker and need the support. I take my biologic injections with bravery, power through the intense illness from oral medications, and rise above the people who tell me that I'm "faking it" because they will not ever understand what it's like to be in my body. PsA is my truth, the cards I was dealt, and without it, I would not be the person I am.
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akwalrus Member
Since 2017 or was it 2018? It seems like an eternity now. Living with PsA I equate to a game of roulette or other games of chance when I wake up in the morning. I never truly know until about 2 hours into my morning HOW my body is going to react. Maddening at times.
As this has progressed and I'm still trying to find a happy medium between what I WANT/NEED to do and what my body ALLOWS, I feel as if I am dealing with 2 different personalities trapped inside.
Don't worry, I don't need therapy for those extra voices. A dark sense of humour is how I tackle it.
Eric_the_Eric Member
Diane T Moderator & Contributor
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Perfectly_me Member
How doesnāt it is the better question sometimes. I have to watch what shoes I wear, remember my menagerie of meds, decide on how to approach my day depending on how many joints hurt that day, heat and ice my feet, legs, and back (thatās the bare minimum). I had to reconfigure my diet because my meds distorted my taste and smell. I either cannot sleep (right now itās 4:55am and I slept for an hour earlier, and need to be up in 2 hours) or I sleep for 14 hours and it is not enough. Itās made me battle more with my depression, rage, and sadness than my trauma.
And the best/worst part, is even when all of this compoundsā¦ Iām still so thankful to feel. To be aware of my body and finally learn to listen to what my body needs. To learn to love my skin even when my neurological creepy crawlers are taking pitch forks to my arms and legs. To open my eye daily and smile and remind myself how blessed I am that I woke up and am present in each momentā¦ as best I can be.
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Diane T Moderator & Contributor
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