Endometriosis Awareness month is here.
After 8 years, I am finally ready to share my story in detail. I’m excited but I also feel burdened because there are so many girls and women suffering in silence. 8 years ago, I was that girl, sad, confused, angry at my body, life and God; and in pain. I was in a dark place, tears had become my food. A cocktail of painkillers were my lifesavers. Shark week was more like shark month, I had more days of pain than those without pain. I hated every part of it. I was tired, boy was I tired. I slept tired, woke up tired, spent the whole day tired. I didn’t have to do anything to be tired, I was just tired; tired of being in pain, tired of taking painkillers, tired of not fitting into my clothes, tired of missing out on life, tired of having my periods; tired of being tired.
Deep down, I hope that sharing my thoughts here, will help some of them know that they are not alone and that there is hope. And it’s okay to be tired. Sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom to realize that the only way to go is up.
Here’s to sharing my story and uncovering the memories of loneliness, pain, despair, confusion, fear, healing, joy and peace.