My Story
Alone in the dark with an invisible itch.
Fourteen years ago, I was deep into CrossFit when my forearm started to itch. I rubbed it like it was dry skin. Creams did nothing. After a while it faded, and I forgot about it.
Then it came back. Stress, marriage, kids, all of it piled on. And this time it was waking me up between 1 and 2 in the morning.
It felt like fire ants crawling all over my arm. So intense I wanted to rip it off. ๐ฃ
But when I looked? Nothing. No rash. No bumps. Just me, alone in the dark, feeling like I was losing my mind.
Scratching only made it worse. What helped a little was pressure. I'd tuck my hand under my pillow and hold it there. Someone I talked to smacked her arm with a ping pong paddle. It looked crazy, but it seemed to distract her.
Then, without connecting the dots, I was taking a twice-daily product for a shoulder issue from lifting. We ran out. My wife and I forgot to reorder it, and I went about six weeks without it.
The flare came back worse than ever. It woke me up, it woke my wife, and our kids were disrupted too. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day.
That's when it finally hit me. ๐ก
I reordered and started taking it again, morning and night. Three days later, it wasn't bothering me.
Now, when it shows up, it barely shows up, and it's manageable. I can sleep through it. And when I scratch, it doesn't spiral into something worse.
If you're lying awake right now, feeling like you're going crazy over an itch no one can see โ you're not crazy.