In Australia it’s spring, ironic when you think about it. This is the month of New beginings, of the birds and the bees. Alot of us can’t even have kids. The One thing that is suppose to just happen.
For women with pcos this month is suppose to bring awareness, to our suffering. Yet I see no pins or pens being sold, or ads for awareness. There isn’t any walks for awareness.
The worst is the silence from those closet to you who just don’t get it and usually that is the man in your life, they are there for you but just don’t understand how you feel about yourself.
The chin hair, the struggle with weight and the moods that come and go like the weather. You just want to scream and be as close to normal as you can.
There is no cure and no true medical help you wonder around alone in the dark searching for answers.
Wishing there was something’s to get your body to spot being so chaotic.