Three Months With No Way Out
After pellet hormone therapy sent her levels skyrocketing, she spent three months trapped in a body she didn't recognize — and no way to reverse it.
Poisoned
Post 9 of 10
This is the lowest point. Stay with me, because it's still hard to write.
The pellets went in. A week later, I knew something was very wrong.
I felt poisoned. That's the word. I've looked for a nicer one. There isn't one.
The exhaustion came back — heavier this time. I looked in the mirror and I looked gray. Not tired. Gray. Like someone turned the lights off inside me.
Then the weight. Twenty pounds. Twenty. No matter what I did. Landing on a body I'd fought two years to get back. And my motivation? Gone. The woman laughing in the Florida sun a few weeks earlier just... vanished. A gray, heavy stranger moved into her place.
Here's the part I can't make peace with.
I asked to go slow.
I said it out loud, in that office. Lowest dose. A micro-boost. A feather, not a hammer. I did everything two years had taught me to do. I walked in careful. Informed. More in tune with my body than I'd ever been.