3/3/2008 11:10:57

This is a true story about how one desease can change young life directly into the hell. It's true that I was geneticly intended to get such a terrible skin disaster, but the main process which start trigger in my brain - was deep stress . This tremendous stress I get it in the Army, when I was just 20 years old. Moreover I was very stubborn than and innate "hot wire",  but in the same time very shy and subtle person. So it was no problem for someone to stress me very easy, and those two elements (wild and subtle ) intended to be winning combination on my personal life lottery. Everything fall into a water, my all world crashed down in couple of years in front of me. Since my early childhood I was occupy with music and beauty of it, and fifteen years later I discovered that I'm poet
and music talent... Crash

My desease was stronger then my strenght of mind, so instead of fight for my place in music industry, I suffer so much that it was a matter of time when I would fall into a deep, deep depression. And psoriasis become more worse and worse. From stage one (psoriasis vulgaris) of desease to stage five (psoriasis erithrodermic generalisata) didn't past more then 5 years. In 25th year of age, my body was in 85-percentage covered with psoriasis. Trillion and trillions of little skin shells covered the ouside layer of my gentle skin, hundreds and hundreds of unpleasant neuronic bombs blockade my extraordinary emotional intelligence and make me unstable, upset, useless, unworthy and unprivileged to society "rules" of living. This caused extreme way of handling with it - attempt
of suicide!!!  

It was a pity, raining day and I spend all time in my house, in my room between four walls sitting in my old  big chair in front of desk and trying to put some words on the paper... Unbelivable ability came out from man, when you are seriously floating between death and life. In the middle of my desk I put an old Olympia tiping machine, and on the left side was pile of useless papers full of poethry and other worden stuffs. Somewhere between my legs I was holding bottle of domestic booze, strong 40% alcohol  - Schnaps . With some powerful pills against depression, it
was a great way to leave...
There was an alternative solution too...  

B.

To be continued...

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