Who am I? Part II

The thing is not only my weight was affecting me emotionally, but also I was going through a crisis as I had been molested several times in different parts of my life... 

I got to the point I couldn't cross my home's door by myself, I couldn't go anywhere alone. I stopped going to classes and began lying to my family about it, saying the class had been cancelled or that the teacher let us go earlier.

I began smoking almost a cigarette pack per day and at night I couldn't get much sleep cause I'd wake up screaming and crying after dreaming I was being gang rapped. 

I was on a breaking point and decided I didn't want to live like that anymore, that I should ask for help. 

That's what got me to the National Institute of Psychiatry (in Mexico) where they diagnosed me with PTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder. 

As in any other first time visit to a doctor, they asked me for my family's clinical history and as my grandma has thyroid cancer, the doctor considered to have me tested for it. I was pretty certain the results would come up good, but at my next appointment he told me I had Hupothyroidism... to be honest, I felt my world crumble under my feet. I had ONE MORE illness to worry and take care about...

I was worried about how it could affect my children when I get pregnant, as being a mom is one of my biggest dreams, and how my life would have to change from now on...

At least now I knew why I wasn't losing weight, why my nails broke so often, why my hair would fall down all the time, why I was always tired, why my period had changed so much and why, after having perfect skin as a teen, now I was getting acne all over my body...

I always try to look on the bright side and have always considered myself a fighter, I wasn't going to let my illnesses win, I was decided to get my life back...

(To be continued...)

Who am I?

Hey people!!!

My name is Ylva, I'm 27 years old, a housewife. 

I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism on February 16, 2015.

When I entered my twenties I weighed 123 lbs (56 kgs), I looked awesome and was size 1, later on when I became 23 my weight started to go up. Yes, I wasn't eating really healthy at my university but I had never weighed more than 141 lbs (64 kgs), my weight raised to 165 lbs (75 kgs), I couldn't believe it, I had never been this big before. Obviously my clothes didn't fit anymore, my jeans ripped at my thighs every 6 months so I was spending a lot of money buying new ones. 

At 24 I moved out from my mom's and started living with my now husband with whom every weekend I'd go to Carls' Jr. and grab a huge hamburger with free calories soda and big fries or for pizza at Domino's. I ate flour tortillas every night , white rice at every lunch break. Ok, I wasn't taking care of my weight at all. 

Then at 26 I decided I didn't like how I looked, I didn't like how I felt. Guys at my university started bullying me. So I started eating clean, counting calories and boxing on weekdays. Nothing seemed to work...

(To be continued...)