7 years of searching
Sometimes I wonder if I wasted my time
Knowing I never found an answer in the end
Knowing they make pills for this kind of stuff.
But I delayed the process.
Said I needed to figure it out myself.
A new birth control.
A new counsellor.
Another new birth control.
Another new counsellor.
A broken relationship
But mostly by myself.
I never figured it out
I mean – I’m not able to summarize it into one word
Some days I still daydream about a diagnosis
But I’ve come full circle now
Searching – without adding extra confusion
In the form of an added hormone.
Spent 7 years putting things in my body
That I really didn’t know much about
And 7 years later
I’ve gotten them all out.