When the doctor told me I was pregnant, I almost laughed in disbelief: I hadn’t been in a relationship for years, and I’d only gone to the clinic because I felt constantly tired and unwell. Even though the diagnosis made no sense to me, I spent the next few days anxious and waiting for the follow-up results. They showed that I wasn’t pregnant; the doctor explained that severe stress and a hormonal imbalance linked to chronic exhaustion were affecting my body. I realized how long I’d been caring for everyone else while ignoring my own needs, and I promised myself I would pay attention to the warning signs before reaching that point again.
