I hate my ovaries, but I also hate complaining about them. People tend to get tired of hearing you complain over and over about issues.
"Yeah I know your ovaries suck, nothing has changed and probably never will, so shit up about it because it’s boring." Pretty sure no one has straight up said something like that, but it feels that way as you tell people what’s going on and they gradually get less and less sympathetic.
So yeah, my pelvic region hurts because my ovaries suck and that makes me cranky and moody and grumpy. And I know you’re probably tired of hearing about it. But you know what, I’m tired of dealing with it. So there.
Pretty sure a lot of these feelings (not talkin’ about the ovaries anymore btw) stem from my mom basically teaching me not to burden other people with my problems. Because I was and continue to be a burden to her. I make her life and everyone’s life more difficult and not better. So I feel like I have to constantly prove my worth to those around me.
It leads to an obsession with perfection. And a lot of self worth issues. And the worst part is believing in myself and actually really loving myself at the same time the rest of this is going on.
I think I’m interesting and fun and smart and creative and all that, but my moms nagging reminder is always in the back of my head.
Fuck I need more therapy.