Sometimes a treatment regimen just stops working. This happened to me last summer, when my psoriasis, which had been confined to my arms, moved to my legs. It was a game changer for me: I grew more self-conscious, my mood suffered, my skin felt itchier, and my joints were achier than ever. I felt demoralized. But I also knew that if I had any hope of getting better, I’d have to summon up my positivity and get proactive. It was the only way.