My womb and my love life

I am on either ends of the extreme sides. It is pathetic sometimes.

Other times it is nice, maybe.

I have become the elegant woman I admired. One in my style and element. This is Winifred Liam circa December 15th 2024. ♡

I was that one girl in school that boys readily gave their cardigans to because she bled like the woman with the issue of blood without knowing. I would just sit in class and you see a downpour like I slaughtered someone from my insides.

It was embarrassing as possible but thankful for the kind classmates I had.

When I grew up I was either that girl that’s always on her period or the girl who goes 45 days without seeing one.

I am on either ends of the extreme sides. It is pathetic sometimes. It scares me sometimes. I hate going to the hospital to be poked and used as a guessing subject.

I am back to the extreme lengths and it is worrisome. But I get that I was stressed, worked up, and tired the beginning of December. I wonder why work calendars can’t end in November 30th. Everybody wants to squeeze time to maximize the new year now. I just want to sleep but I have to push.

With my love life it is the same extremes. Either I am being suffocated with love or blatantly ignored. 😂

I read someone’s love life wrap for 2025 and I laughed. Tobi shared it and it had me contemplating what went on in mine. I didn’t have many talking stages. I just liked two people. Two people who ghosted me only to return with their own hands again.

One I realize I still like, the other I will be fine if he never says hi.

PCOS is a journey tbh.

I've been writing this piece for a week now. Writing each sentence each day thinking how I would piece that it has been 45 days since my last MP.

Now it shows and I am in the biggest stomach pain that I can't explain. It is hard.

Still I am grateful.

Grateful that my ma is empathetic to me and my friends are as well.

I asked my ma this morning, “Do you think I should go to the hospital again?”

She said, “What have they really done to help you before? Don't worry you're getting older so it'll be harder because your body is changing.” It was good to hear her say that to me this morning.

I would so much love to do the last post of December but I realize I come here when I am calm and register my experiences.

As of today 15th December 2024. I am grateful for my experiences, every one of them that has led me to here.

I'll write about how my friend and I planned a vacay and it turned into a series of challenging “Winnie’s fears,” when I recover from all the activity.

I was tired of deliberating this piece if to send it out or not as per, “who cares?” self.

But I care and you my reader care too.

So, thank you, and goodnight! ♡

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