I felt convicted to dust off the old blog and share my personal words with you again. If you’ve been a past reader, you’ve been with me through all of my past struggles-struggles of endometriosis, the struggles of infertility. If you are new here, clicking the link on a whim because I posted it on my Facebook feed, welcome. It’s going to get real. It’s going to get personal. I share deep down with you, in the hopes that one person will be able to find the courage to seek help or find solace in that you are not alone.
I write again with perhaps a slightly different viewpoint than before. Before, I experienced an ache so deep that I never thought the pain would go away. It was a pain that couldn’t be soothed from the countless surgeries and medications. It was the ache of a woman desperate to be a mother.
That ache is gone. I am a lucky one. I realize that there are countless women who still have the ache, and every day I pray for you, hoping you’ll find relief from the misery, from the darkness that can be all consuming.
With all the hope, optimism, and prayer, I lived for the first 2 and a half years of my children’s lives pain and symptom free. Then like the gradual growth of your shadow, the symptoms and pain returned. I lived in denial, perhaps too long, letting it get to a crippling point. I am now at a point where denial doesn’t work. It’s a reality.
I write again with perhaps a slightly different viewpoint than before. Before, I experienced an ache so deep that I never thought the pain would go away. It was a pain that couldn’t be soothed from the countless surgeries and medications. It was the ache of a woman desperate to be a mother.
That ache is gone. I am a lucky one. I realize that there are countless women who still have the ache, and every day I pray for you, hoping you’ll find relief from the misery, from the darkness that can be all consuming.
With all the hope, optimism, and prayer, I lived for the first 2 and a half years of my children’s lives pain and symptom free. Then like the gradual growth of your shadow, the symptoms and pain returned. I lived in denial, perhaps too long, letting it get to a crippling point. I am now at a point where denial doesn’t work. It’s a reality.
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