Scarred (An Open Letter to my PsorPhil Brothers & Sisters)

http://theplaygroundstudios.com/Having attended my first PsorPhil BMW outing, I’ve come to realize a few things about my support group which I’d be happy to share. If only I can find the right words that is. (Thanks to The Play Ground Studios for the image).

It would be only so easy to romanticize everything that has to do with our organization and what it stands for. I need only to employ the use of flowery words like “courageous,” “selfless,” “untiring,” and “dedicated” to describe the organizers and the members, and no one would have any reason to disagree with me.

I could make it seem that each and every member making up Psoriasis Philippines was an unsung hero of sorts, reaching out to similarly afflicted individuals and striving to make life a little bit better for each and everyone of them. I could go on and on until people reading this would get the notion that the organization was an exclusive fraternity for which nothing short of sainthood can satisfy the criteria for membership.

But I wouldn’t be telling the whole truth.

The truth is, PsorPhil is made up of damaged and scarred (both literally and figuratively) individuals who continue to struggle with a common demon which has yet to defeated completely. Throughout the course of our struggle, we’ve been known to give in to vices as well as despair more times than we care to remember.

It is only by coming together through PsorPhil that we become mighty. Something about going through something terrible together forges a kind of bond that can only be compared to the affinity war veterans have toward each other.

And yes, we are at war. But it’s not so much as a war on the disease itself, as it is a war against the loss of hope

Truth be told, most of us have accepted the fact that we may never see the end of this so called war. For most of us, it is no longer about finding a cure, but about remembering that life is still worth living despite the limitations imposed on us by this condition. Fortunately, if there’s one thing PsorPhil is good at, it’s having fun. I mean, how else are we supposed to battle depression?

Much as I hate employing clichés in my writing, I feel I have no other choice than to use one in this case. Because there is little else in my life which better epitomizes the age old adage “blessing in disguise” than having psoriasis. If it wasn’t for it, I probably wouldn’t have met you people who are a testament to what the human spirit can endure. I probably would not have known what it means to smile in the midst of carrying such a burden, because I can be sure that it won’t be long until somebody comes along and carries it with me. And more importantly, I probably wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t for you guys.

It is a rare, and beautiful feeling to be surrounded by so many people who can move and inspire you just by their simple resolve to wake up every morning. So much so that I almost feel sorry for people who aren’t afflicted with such a disease.

But that’s just silly, right? I mean, I keep saying that I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy. But nevertheless, I am deeply honored to be alongside my brothers and sisters as we face this challenge. Scarred, but not alone.

Also, pictures from my BMW weekend:

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