It all began with the tiniest of pinpricks on my tongue. “It’ll go away soon,” I thought, but sadly that wasn’t the case. That pinprick soon grew into a burning, angry sore. Over the following weeks, I watched helplessly as ulcers spread throughout my mouth and down my throat. The pain was unbearable and I could scarcely eat.
I consulted a few doctors, but none could offer a cure. I tried home remedies, but nothing worked. And so I suffered. I was in so much physical and emotional pain, I couldn’t sleep or even think straight. I felt completely alone and helpless, with no way out of this misery.
As the weeks dragged on, I began to lose hope that I’d ever get better. I felt like I was in limbo, with no end in sight. Eventually, the ulcers began to shrink and fade, but the damage was done. My mouth was ravaged, my confidence was shattered and I was left with a deep and lasting sadness. The nightmare of mouth ulcers was finally over, but the scars stayed with me forever.