I had a hard time coming up with a spirit or totem animal to describe my condition. I mulled it over all day, bringing up and discarding animal after animal. I was about to give up and just phone in something for my blog, when it hit me; it had been staring me in the face all along.
My spirit animal is definitely the Loch Ness Monster. (I know, right?)
Just like the good ol’ Nessie, psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis are kind of a mystery; people really aren’t sure what causes it, and there’s certainly no cure. The information floating around in people’s minds about it is hazy and fuzzy, like photographic evidence of the Monster. Some people don’t believe it’s real, just like some I’ve encountered with their kooky opinions on autoimmune arthritis.
My experience with psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis have been monstrous at times, too; the flares, the embarrassment, the pain, the oddity of having arthritis at 20. And the worst part: Never knowing when I’m going to flare, when I’m going to feel bad and when I’m going to feel good—or at least better.
I kind of like the idea of equating my diseases to an animal, especially a potentially fictional one. (Just kidding—Nessie is totally real.) It’s certainly got the potential of making me smile when I’m feeling especially crappy—and that’s definitely something I can use in my arsenal.