The War Inside My Womb

I finally found a job I love.

As a chiropractic assistant, I get to be part of something meaningful. On the surface it might look like just admin work, but to me it is so much more. I get to support people, to be part of their care, and to work alongside a team who feels like family. My colleagues are kind, supportive, and genuinely amazing. For the first time in years, I woke up wanting to go to work, excited to be part of such an incredible team.

And now I have had to step back.

Endometriosis has made even the simplest days feel impossible. I tried to push through the pain, the bleeding, the dizziness, the exhaustion. I worked shifts with a heat pack under my desk, pretending I was fine while my body screamed for rest. I held on as long as I could, but my body finally gave me no choice.

Stepping back feels like losing something more than hours or paychecks. It feels like losing a piece of myself. This job gave me joy. It gave me purpose. And to have endometriosis interrupt that feels cruel.

Yet even in this, I am beyond grateful. I am lucky to have such a supportive workplace that not only understands but truly sees what I am going through. They are genuinely concerned about how I am doing, and they continue to cheer me on from the sidelines as I fight to get better. That kind of support is rare, and I do not take it for granted.

I keep reminding myself this is not forever. I have surgery ahead of me, and with it, the hope of relief. I am holding on to the thought of returning to the clinic, to the people who make every day brighter, to the job that finally reminded me what it feels like to love what you do.

This break is painful, but it is not the end. Endometriosis may have forced me to pause, but it has not taken away my determination. Choosing rest is not a weakness. It is survival. And survival is strength.

To my workplace, thank you for seeing me, for supporting me, and for standing by me through this. Your compassion means more than I can ever say.