Hidradenitis suppurativa is Hell
I detest hidradenitis suppurativa. It's killing me from the inside out and there is nothing I can do but watch helplessly while my flesh rots and deforms. The pain is endless.
Imagine burning pliers attached to every bit of you between the legs and then electrifying them while you twist. And have people tell you just smile and be positive. As soon as one abscess heals, a new one grows within the scar tissue. Your flesh becomes a house infested with termites. They tunnel and hide, evade, and kill you one slow breath at a time.
No. This is not life. This is hell.