Mysterious housewife eczema has healed 【Happy Science Faith Experience】

Ms. I (in her 50s, female)

Mysterious housewife eczema

"Ms. I, it’s not getting better, is it? Shall we try changing the medicine?"

(Ah, is this hospital also no good...?)

At the age of 43, I was afflicted with mysterious housewife eczema. No matter which hospital I went to or what medicine I tried, the symptoms only worsened. The itchiness was so severe that I couldn't sleep at night without sleeping pills.

When I asked the doctor about the cause, he said, "Maybe it's a detergent allergy. You have particularly sensitive skin," or "Perhaps your hormone balance is off," but he was not clear, and my anxiety grew.

※Housewife eczema: A type of hand eczema believed to occur due to the loss of the protective sebum layer from water and detergents. It is common among housewives who do water work.

My fingerprints disappeared!

Living with bandages wrapped around both hands. I went to the hospital every day to change those bandages. Even doing simple household chores was a struggle.

(Even though I was suffering so much, no one in my family would help—)

My mind was always on edge.

"Ah! I have no fingerprints!"

One day, when I looked at my hands, I saw that my fingerprints had disappeared due to the blisters that had formed all the way to my fingertips.

"Will this kind of life continue until I grow old and die...?"

Finally, to the psychiatric department

I wonder if that state lasted for 2 to 3 months. At its peak, I had sores and blisters between my neck and toes. The symptoms were so severe that I was even photographed for materials used in hospital posters. I became so averse to meeting people that I started to isolate myself at home. Looking back, I think I was on the brink of depression.

At the hospital, they said if the medicine didn't work, it might be psychosomatic, and I was finally referred to the psychiatric department. The medicine prescribed as "vitamin supplements" turned out to be tranquilizers when I looked it up in a medical book. Moreover, I learned that there was a possibility of becoming unable to stop taking them if I continued, which scared me, and I threw them away.

(Why is there so much misfortune? What on earth am I living for...?)

The fog cleared away

It was during such a low point. Suddenly, I remembered the " Happy Science open_in_new " that a friend had invited me to. "Maybe I can find some hope. I think there’s a lecture today..." With that thought, I dragged my heavy feet alone to the venue. It was six months after the eczema had started.

"No matter how much you think, 'I feel sorry for myself,' your own path will not open, nor will it bring happiness to others. By believing in the Buddha, your illness will also disappear. The Buddha is omnipotent. If you believe that, your illnesses will also have no choice but to disappear." (From " Love, Infinite open_in_new ")

The lecture by President Ryuho Okawa, which I heard for the first time, was powerful and full of conviction. I still vividly remember the sensation of the fog that had been hanging over the lake clearing away.

For some reason, tears flowed, and I couldn't stand up for a while even after the lecture ended. On the way home, my steps felt lighter, and I couldn't stop smiling even when I was alone. From that point on, I began to regain brightness in my heart.

I found out the cause of the eczema!

I started buying books from Happy Science and began to learn about "Buddhist Truth."

Humans possess eternal life and are beings that reincarnate between this world and the next. This world is a place for training, and hardships are whetstones that polish the soul—.

"There is meaning in this suffering." Thinking that way, courage and hope to overcome it welled up within me.

Wanting to learn more about this teaching, I joined Happy Science that year.

As I continued reading the books, I was surprised to find that most of the causes of illness lie within one's own "heart."

I observed my heart's movements to see when my hands would become itchy.

Then, I discovered that I would get itchy when I felt irritated or angry, especially towards my family, particularly my husband and daughter. I became convinced that "this is the cause of the eczema."

I was wrong

Having confirmed the cause, I first reconsidered my relationship with my husband, which had become cold.

Since our marriage, my husband often drank outside and returned home late at night. Even after our child was born, that didn't change, and although I knew he had work-related socializing, I had been accumulating dissatisfaction, thinking, "This is like a single-mother household."

However, as I quietly reflected on my conversations with my husband, I remembered that in the past, he had said it was difficult to drink at home because I, as his wife, didn't drink.

(He was being considerate of me...)

Gratitude after 25 years of marriage

Realizing my husband's kindness, I began to want to do something for him as well. At that time, I found these words in a book called " The Law of the Sun open_in_new ":

"The love that gives begins with 'gratitude.'" (From " The Law of the Sun open_in_new ")

"Now that I think about it, I hardly ever expressed gratitude to my father..."

I decided to express words of gratitude to my husband every day.

On summer mornings, I would send him off with, "It must be tough in this heat. Have a good day." At night, I would greet him with, "It was hot today. Thank you for your hard work," adding a word of appreciation. It was my humble practice of love.

Before I knew it, my husband started coming home early at night.

I was a terrible mother

Next, there was the issue of my daughter, who was a high school student at the time.

There was a period when I was helping at a relative's store and was out of the house until 10 or 11 every night, and during that time, my daughter began to act out.

My daughter comes home late and stays out without permission. Whenever I see her, I would scold her. I thought that was a mother's love.

However, when I reflect on it in light of the true teachings of Buddhism, I realized that while I said it was for my daughter, in reality, I just wanted to be seen as a good mother by others, and scolding her was merely a way to relieve my own frustration.

I thought there was no better mother than me, but I was an awful mother...

My daughter often said, "Mom, you love my brother more than me, don't you?" My self-centered, fake love must have caused her so much suffering.

Since then, I decided to always check my heart before speaking. Since there was a kitchen between the living room and my daughter's room, when I went to scold her, I would stop in front of the refrigerator and ask myself if I was truly thinking of my daughter.

The number of times I went past the refrigerator visibly decreased.

What eczema taught me

About six months after I started making those efforts, the eczema that had troubled me so much had disappeared without me even noticing.

I believe the eczema was a barometer that taught me about the mistakes in my heart.

Because I had eczema, I was able to realize what was truly important to me, 'the love for my family.'

I can now sincerely think that the difficult days were a precious and valuable experience.

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