One week since surgery, and I still feel every bit of it. My body is sore, swollen, and stitched together. The pain is sharp and constant, the exhaustion bone-deep. Even the simplest things: standing up, walking to the bathroom or even taking a breath too deep remind me how much my body has been through.
This hasn’t been easy. There have been tears, moments of frustration, moments where I wondered if I’ll ever feel normal again. Recovery is not clean or graceful. It’s messy. It’s painful. It’s nights of broken sleep and days where progress feels invisible.
But it’s also been proof of how strong I am, and how strong everyone out there living with endometriosis can be. Each time I get up when it hurts. Each time I push through the dizziness. Each time I push through the constant nausea. Each time I let myself rest instead of fight against my limits. These moments are survival. They are healing. Slowly, but surely.
The truth is, yes I am still in pain. Yes I am still exhausted. But I am also proud. Proud that I made it through this week. Proud that I’m learning to give myself grace. Proud that even when endometriosis tried to break me again, I chose to fight back.
One week on, I don’t feel “better” yet. But I feel hopeful. And for now, that is enough.
To everyone who has checked in, sent love, or simply read my words: thank you. In a battle that so often makes us feel invisible, being seen means everything.
The War Inside My Womb 
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