I’ve hesitated writing about endo for Endometriosis Awareness Month because I feel like I’ve said so much already.
But it’s important to talk about, and I want to talk about how lucky I am.
I still have endometriosis, I’m in some kind of pain most of the time and pursuing this diagnosis has not been easy, and comprehending living with chronic pain is an uphill battle.
I turned 21 in November, and spent the following two days in bed.
I wasn’t hungover or recovering from some wild night, but so completely exhausted by my small dinner celebration in which I cooked for four of my friends and then sat at a kitchen table for a few hours.
It was absolutely lovely and I loved every part of it, but just the cooking and baking (which was not monumental by any means) had me in pain before the dishes were clean.
What would maybe be tiring for the average able bodied person, my disability makes beyond draining.