Introduction

~ The following is the "Introduction" section from the book, My Psoriasis Journey ~

If someone had told me a year ago that I was about to stumble into what may be the most important health discovery of my life, perhaps even one that challenges conventional assumptions about an “incurable” disease, I would have laughed it off. I wasn’t searching for a grand revelation or even recognition. I was just trying to get my skin to stop itching, cracking, and flaring up in angry red patches. For years, I had dismissed these symptoms as occasional dermatitis, or maybe minor fungal infections. They came and went.

Annoying? Yes. Life-altering? Not really, or at least not yet. But then everything changed.

By late 2024, those scattered symptoms began morphing into something systemic, unrelenting, and unmistakably aggressive. The red plaques spread across my body early into 2025, no longer disappearing between flares. The itching, which happened in episodes, rarely lasted for very long and was never quite what I would call severe unlike with some sufferers of eczema. And it is often cited that types of psoriasis don’t tend to itch nearly to the extent that some eczema-type conditions do.

However, the skin peeled, cracked, flaked extensively and sometimes wept. At times, I had difficulty falling asleep, since to the extent that itching did occur, for unknown reasons it always seemed to be worst when I would lay down and try and go to sleep.

What I didn’t yet know was that I had developed what would eventually be recognized, unofficially, as full-body psoriasis, with signs even pointing toward the most dangerous variant known, erythrodermic psoriasis, which can be life-threatening for at least a couple of reasons. The first reason is that this type of psoriasis invariably results in the skin peeling off in literal sheets (although my case hadn’t quite reached that advanced stage), which can lead to dire infections such as sepsis. Then the second reason is because the skin no longer adequately retains moisture, thus effectively causing the afflicted person to quite literally dry up and die.

Doctors, if I had gone to one at that stage, likely would have told me what they’ve told millions of others: “It’s incurable. You’ll need to manage it with immunosuppressive drugs or biologics for the rest of your life.”

But I didn’t go to any doctors. Instead, I began to dig online. What I found led me down a path few seem to talk about, a path that bypassed pharmaceuticals and pointed instead to an assumed critical imbalance buried deep in the modern Western diet.

What unfolded over the next several months was nothing short of remarkable. This book is the record of that journey. It’s part detective story, part diary, and part declaration: that recovery, true recovery, is possible. Not through blind luck or from miracle drugs, but through a systematic unraveling of the core nutritional imbalance that likely caused my skin disease in the first place.

This is the story of how I cured myself of psoriasis. Not managed it. Not masked it. But cured it.

And it all started with two questions:
What if the disease wasn’t the problem and instead that the real problem was in the form of a deficiency? And what if psoriasis is not a true autoimmune disorder after all, and is instead a metabolic disorder?