It’s been seven weeks since my surgery, and I’m still fighting a stubborn infection that just won’t seem to clear. A month of antibiotics and still no real change. It’s frustrating, draining, and honestly, disheartening at times.
But even through it all, I’m still showing up. Still pushing through the pain to work full time. Still trying to squeeze in moments of fun and normality outside of work, even when my body feels like it’s running on empty.
The truth is, it’s a balancing act between wanting to live fully and needing to rest deeply. Every day feels like a tug-of-war between the two. The exhaustion is heavy, but the small joys… a laugh, a coffee, a quiet moment of peace remind me why I keep pushing forward.
Healing takes time. Sometimes it feels like one step forward and two steps back, but I’m learning that persistence is its own kind of progress.
I’m still here, still fighting, still finding little bits of light through the fog.
The War Inside My Womb 
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