The first time I ever heard of #PCOS was a few months before I turned 16.

I& #39;d been having irregular periods before then but it was overlooked as my body just growing up and stabilising.

But then I visited this aunt for two months and the woman was scared...
After two months of no periods, she dragged me to a hospital. All the fuss she made scared me https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😌" title="Erleichtertes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Erleichtertes Gesicht">

Turned out I had ovarian cysts and I heard the term #PCOS

Since then, it& #39;s been a never-ending battle of,
"Oh wow! No wonder this has been happening"
Or,
"Why is my own always different?"

I was in my aunt& #39;s house to sit POST-UTME and so this didn& #39;t help.

A few months later I was in uni and a known face in the gynaecology department of the teaching hospital there.
My uni education was not very sweet with all the hospital visits.

I finally got tired of all the tests when the next one clashed with my first-semester exam dates.

I was 16 years old and alone for the first time ever so I ignored it. I thought if I let it be,
It& #39;d go away on its own https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😌" title="Erleichtertes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Erleichtertes Gesicht">

And that was how I got into 200L and didn& #39;t see my periods until the session ended. I counted this time, it was nine whole months.

All this while, my other symptoms weren& #39;t going anywhere.

From the onset of puberty, I developed acne that never
Really went away so that was a source of concern on its own. I wanted to look good!

And then the weight gain began. For a while, I deliberately starved myself and it brought other issues I still face today.

And my insomnia is legendary! It was during such a bout that
I discovered a Harry Potter volume on my roommate& #39;s shelf and started to read it. It was The Goblet of Fire.

But still, I digress.

After that session ended, I went home to my mother and told her. The entire family thought I was pregnant and off we went to a hospital in Warri,
Where my cousin worked. The doctor kept hammering on my weight like I& #39;d not tried to lose it. That was when I started developing a fear of hospitals. I was weary both physically and emotionally.

I just wanted to be OKAY.

I was put on Combination 3, the worst drug I& #39;ve ever
Had the misfortune of taking. My cousin said,

"It& #39;ll regulate your periods, but you just might have nausea, weight gain, stretch marks, acne and mood swings. Just that."

I had EVERY side effect.

It didn& #39;t help that I& #39;d just had a boyfriend whom I was trying to impress...
That was how my third year in the university started with me taking pills for three months straight.

Those tiny pills drove me crazy. I was throwing up all the time and just crying, and my acne intensified until I vowed not to take another picture.

There& #39;s hardly a picture
Of me from that year because I didn& #39;t like what I saw in the mirror.

My periods were there alright, but not without pain.

For the first time ever, #PCOS made me have period pains so acute that my landlady and her husband rushed me to the teaching hospital one morning.
I& #39;d wake up at midnight and crawl on the tiled floor till I got to the bathroom, trailing blood that made my room look like a crime scene.

I looked like I was bleeding to death.

All this and university stress to handle.
One time I went from UPTH to class and didn& #39;t get a seat, I didn& #39;t know I was swaying where I stood until the lecturer bellowed,

"SOMEBODY GIVE THAT LADY A CHAIR!"

I failed 3 of the 9 courses I had that semester. No surprises there.
After three months, I refused to renew my prescription and the periods stopped again.

It& #39;s been a start and stop procedure since I was 19 when I ran tests and found out my Prolactin levels are high.
And early last year, I discovered I was borderline hypertensive (another aide effect) and had to work really hard to stabilise my blood pressure.
This thread is just to create awareness because September is #pcosawarenessmonth and we need to know and I& #39;ve decided to share my story.
I& #39;m not the happiest person today but I& #39;ve CHOSEN to do things that make me happy.

I hate posting my pictures online because I still think I& #39;m not good enough. I don& #39;t like my weight or how not clear my skin is but I wake up every day and CHOOSE to be happy.
So if I do post my picture anywhere, I make sure the caption is something positive because I& #39;ve realised that if you hype yourself up, people will follow your lead...

Even when I hate the size of my arms or how my face looks funny and my arms and back are covered in acne,
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