About two months ago I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome or disease depending on who you ask.
I got told that my son is a miracle.
I got told that chances of me carrying another pregnancy full term are very little.
I got told that my body doesn't do what it's supposed to when it's supposed to.
I heard that I won't be able to give my husband the big family he wants.
I heard that I will struggle with my weight and that i have to work harder than anyone around me.
I heard that my body is broken.
I was handed prescriptions that I will have to take for the rest of my life in hopes they control this.
I was handed too much information and my brain shut down.
Somedays I cope and think that I can face this head on. Other times I crawl into the corner of my mind and beg not to be disturbed.
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