r/PCOS • u/throwawayacc0508 • 10h ago
Rant/Venting i’ve lost everything. there’s nothing left.
a year ago i was living on my own in this really beautiful city that i loved. i’d met amazing friends. i had a WONDERFUL boyfriend. i was going to my dream school. after years of being anorexic i finally loved my body. i was happy for the first time in my life.
then i had a pain in my abdomen.
i have had a large ovarian cyst on my ovary since january 2024. it hurts so much (though im sure anyone on this sub can relate). meds work for a while, but they always stop working eventually as the pain gets worse. at one point before meds i was taking 6 advil at a time every day to be able to walk. i remember times where i’ve been screaming or biting pillows because it hurt so much. i had a ruptured cyst before. this feels like it’s rupturing every fucking day.
i don’t fit into any of my favourite clothes anymore. im okay gaining weight, but it hurts to know that i didn’t do anything to cause it and still have to look like this. i loved my body and want it back. every time i get dressed it ends with me sobbing. i had to drop out of school. i also moved back in with my parents. i feel awful not being independent. i haven’t seen my school friends in months and i don’t know when i ever will again. my friends from my hometown have also not seen me since halloween. every time i go out, even just to walk around the mall, the pain is just unbearable. i used to love hiking but i have no idea when i’ll ever go again. i can’t have a job because i can’t be on my feet for too long. worst of all is that this whole situation has also triggered the most awful anxiety i have ever had in my entire life. even when im having a low pain day, i still can’t go out because i am pretty much agoraphobic at this point.
but now i think i’ve hit rock bottom. my boyfriend left. the guy who drove me to the hospital when my cysts would rupture, who i’d call when i was scared, who’d come over and cheer me up, my high school sweetheart and soulmate. he’s gone. i just couldn’t make him happy anymore. obviously there were other issues, but i feel like it’s so clear what the main reason was. im pretty much stuck in my house all day every day. we couldn’t even go on a date. i miss him every day with my whole heart. we were together for so long. the worst part is that i know he still loves me- im just too hard to be with. i can’t do this without him.
i want to get better. i want to have a life again. i want to fight for my boyfriend, or at least try to save my other friendships before the same thing happens. i want to get a minimum wage job. i want to see my friends. i want to go for a walk and not hurt after. i want to wear my favourite shirt. but no one can help me. i have been referred to so many gynaecologists but i have not had a single fucking appointment. the ER doctors don’t take me seriously. my family doctor and obstetrician have literally run out of things to do. my life is ending and i am pretty much powerless to stop it. i can never go back, and i have no clear future to look forward to. even if i miraculously healed tomorrow i will have to spend years repairing damage from decisions i didn’t make.
it makes me feel like im fucking dirt. i feel like my life has no value whatsoever. none of these doctors care. how much do i have to lose before they do? because i don’t have much left. im so angry all the time. i will never understand why this had to happen to me.