The door that closed
Post-hysterectomy healing has been heavier than I expected — and not just physically.
I’m not sharing this for sympathy. I’m not looking for comparisons or “it could be worse.” I’m just trying to work through it, honestly.
You didn’t just “have surgery.”
You lost a possibility. A timeline. A version of yourself you thought you might get to be.
This wasn’t just a procedure. It was the permanent closing of a door I will never get to walk through. There’s no “maybe later.” No “when the time is right.” Just finality.
And when people try to comfort me by saying, “Well ___ had one younger than you,” or “So-and-so went through it too,” — but they already had children — it doesn’t land the way they think it does.
That’s not the same thing. Not even close.
On top of that, PCOS is its own quiet hell.
Hair thinning that makes you question your reflection.
Weight gain that doesn’t respond the way it “should.”
Extreme fatigue that makes your body feel foreign.
Hormones that make nothing feel regulated or stable.
Nothing in your body feels like it’s yours.
And the pain I was in before surgery? It was debilitating. Every second of every day. There was no end in sight. No break. No “good days.”
But because it’s invisible — because you didn’t lose a limb or have something people can see — there’s this subtle disbelief. Like maybe it can’t be that bad. Like maybe you’re exaggerating. Maybe you’re just “sensitive.”
Invisible pain is a strange thing. You’re fighting a battle no one can visually confirm, so you end up defending your reality on top of surviving it.
Two things can be true at once:
The surgery was necessary.
And it broke my heart.
I’m not ungrateful. I’m not dramatic. I’m not looking for validation.
I’m just being honest about what this has been.
Healing isn’t just physical.
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