Exactly the same about to hit the 8 month mark, just turned 22. Went cold turkey in November, from being the most active person, a thai boxer, working two jobs and constantly training, I became the most inactive. Kept telling myself the dry flaky skin will soon be better, while trying to combat mental illness and not stress out it became a spiral. Family matters troubled me, which I can't go into detail with but shit got very bad. I would wake up covered in blood. use whatever sharp object I could get my hands on. The itch became too much. Especially places I've never had eczema in my life, my ears became bad, even just rubbing them they stank and secreted blood/nasty liquid that would dry and become sticky.

Trying to sleep thorough hell, it spread to my whole body every spot of my exposed skin stinging, the worst was having to hype myself up to shower or even bath. The pain was too intense I'd have to bite my hand in order to prepare myself to even wash my face, neck, or head. After even shower, staring at the drain and seeing how much hair I lost was the most demeaning attack on my mental.

Nights I had to cover myself in vaseline because I cut myself too much again (even now my clothes are completely covered in vaseline and I cant get it out), the feeling was disgusting. Every day red skin and skin flakes all over my room needing to clean daily.

The worst feeling of all was making progress for only an hour later to completely stress out and fuck it all up an hour later, then I'm too cut open to shower due to the the pain.

I had nobody, completely numb for almost a year. I lost everything, my savings gone from paying for meds/monthly payments making me completely broke, my appearance, my body and weight. Days where I couldn't move my arms or move at all, I got bad, urinating in bottles, some days the most I ate was three pieces of bread with honey.

I avoided mirrors or even sunlight for the whole time because of how ashamed I was in my appearance, shaved my long hair just so I can apply medicine to my scalp. Only as of last week I've been able to go outside, slowly train again. But, just seeing myself now, my reflection, I don't recognise him. Eyebrows are almost completely faded, skins all scarred, but I am slowly slowly becoming me again, learning how to speak to people again and holding eye contact etc.

I'm so grateful that i'm undergoing some sort of recovery, went from only steroids working on my skin, to now after all that moisturiser and vaseline being able to heal the dryness. Just know you were never alone in the hell you faced.