The only time I would have a period was on birth control. When I was not on birth control, I would not
have a period. The cysts would prevent
my body from having a normal cycle.
At the point when I was searching for answers and a real
solution, I began questioning the birth control that I had been taking for 4
years. If I only had a period with birth
control, where was the true healing?
Where was the resolution? How
would I have children one day if my body was completely reliant on birth
control in order to have somewhat of a “normal” cycle?
I needed a new approach.
Thus, I decided to try coming off of the birth control. I felt an urging, a compelling voice
whispering to me to jump, jump off the mountain and find a different question
to your problem and you will find a different answer. The question I had been asking is, how can I
adapt to PCOS? The question I needed to
be asking is how can PCOS adapt to me?
I came off my birth control with the idea that it would just be
gone. I would have my period and there
would be no issues.
The first month came and went and nothing, no period, no
cramping, no migraines. Absolutely
nothing.
I started seeing a chiropractor. I knew that after getting my spine in
alignment that my period would start to come.
I knew that it would come.
The second month came and went. Nothing.
It felt uncomfortable, like something was stuck inside of me and could
not find its way out.
I was determined though.
When I decided that I was going to do something, I would see it all the
way through. I was going to see this
through until I found the correct answer to my question, my new question.
How can PCOS adapt to me and my desires to be a mother? I knew that I would find the answer.
The third month came and went uneventful. Nothing.
I continued on with chiropractic and added some supplements into what I
was doing. I became more and more
“granola” and focused on organic, nutrient dense food.
I was going to beat this stupid disease label. I was going to figure it out.
The year kept on going and month after month I would expect
some sign of healing, some manifestation of the cysts shriveling up and
dying. Nothing came. 7 months later, I was in the same situation
but moving to South Africa to work at an orphanage.
I liked the feeling of not being on birth control. I liked being free of medication. I knew that the answer was coming; I just
didn’t see the change yet.
I went to Africa with some supplements and hope that things
were changing. At least my thinking was
changing. At least I had hope and I was
going to find the answer, somehow and someway. My belief and hope was that I would beat PCOS and would not have to live life with this label and with this disease. This was a huge change and the first step towards my eventual healing.
