Vulnerable... Me.
I am having one of those moments again. Is it possible to feel like your organs have literally been set on fire? Constantly? I have lost and keep on losing huge amounts of hair. Since I aim to get back on my feet as soon as possible, I am meant to keep on practicing in a non-stop pace. But to be very honest, some days I can barely feel any fulfillment even if I do get through. I feel like this thing is just there and it pricks me. I had recently gained weight. Not that it bothered me, but I bore the blame of eating too much that I had to reduce my food intake. Yet, it feels not enough. I am not sure that this lack of self-content has much to do with my diet nor this stupid pcos thingy. I don't even know how I feel about my diagnosis. Sometimes I am scared, scared that I might have eventually lost some sort of happiness. I can't exactly figure out what has happened to me and it bothers me. I am not so quiet and sad usually. But it seems that no matter what I do to be happy, does