Hello, dear reader!

I want to extend a heartfelt thank you for somehow stumbling across my blog. 

I hope that you stick around as I attempt to shed light on the challenges of living with a chronic illness in our world today. 

I spent a lot of time..years actually, writing in my private journal which I kept shut with a padlock and I have decided to share it out loud.

Why?

Because there needs to be more awareness not only of Endometriosis itself but living with a chronic illness in general and how much it can affect a persons life in every aspect! If I can do my little bit to open up a conversation or to help someone else to feel a little less alone, then I will be happy..and so will my younger self who spent hours alone journaling, feeling miserable whilst trying to unscramble her fears and confusion caused by years of medical gaslighting. (More on that in later posts).

I didn’t know at first but this frequent unscrambling of my mind and encouraging myself to fight for the help that I was craving would eventually lead to a diagnosis of stage four, deep infiltrating Endometriosis..it took a very long time with a detrimental effect on my mental health but I got there..I got here..today..writing this blog to say that I got my answers and I hope that you can too. 

Remember..not all disabilities are visible, and some illnesses are so invisible that they go undiagnosed for far too long until you are screaming for help on the floor of A&E. 

As I write today, I’m in bed with my laptop, trying to distract myself from feeling too unwell to stand. I’m doing my best not to disturb the least painful position I’ve finally settled into, all while being dosed up on painkillers and connected to a T.E.N.S. machine that’s gradually alleviating my current stabbing pains. My hope is that I won’t have to write every post curled up like a salted slug, but this is life with illness: raw and unfiltered, and you’re getting it in real-time. Lucky you! 

I know that there are many women out there who will relate to this battle, and if you are also in bed writhing around in pain..I see you, I am with you, and we are in this together.. and hopefully, by speaking out about our experiences, we can start a conversation to promote some real and needed change. So here we go, back to where it all began whilst I hopefully write towards a happy ending.