Everyone talks about the pain.

The cramps that floor you, the surgeries, the hormonal treatments, the flare-ups that cancel plans and steal days. That part, at least, is starting to get some airtime.

But no one talks about what it does to you on the inside. The part that doesn't show up on a scan. The part that doesn't go away when the physical pain subsides.

That's what I want to talk about today.

"It's all in your head."

Before I was diagnosed, I knew. I knew something was seriously wrong. My body was telling me, loudly and clearly, that this was not normal.

And yet, I was told to relax. That I was overreacting. A gynaecologist, blunt and dismissive, looked at me and essentially told me to calm down. I left that appointment feeling something I would carry for years: humiliation. And a deep, profound loneliness.

Because when someone in a position of authority tells you that your pain isn't real, you start to doubt yourself. You start to wonder if you're dramatic. Weak. Difficult.

You're not. You never were.

I kept pushing. I kept seeking answers. And eventually, I got my diagnosis. But by then, the damage wasn't only physical. Months of being dismissed, doubted, and sent away had already started to erode something much harder to repair than tissue.

What no one prepares you for

At 21, I was told I had severe, deep endometriosis. And in the same breath, almost as a footnote, I was told that having children might be complicated. Or impossible.

When you are 21 years old and someone tells you that, something breaks.

Not just the dream of a future family. Something more immediate and more personal, your sense of yourself as a woman. Your relationship with your own body. The feeling that you belong in it.

Add to that the pain during intimacy. The bloating and swelling during flare-ups. The body that felt foreign after surgeries, marked, changed. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognise what I saw, and I didn't want to.

I stopped wanting to be in my body at all.

I was also in a relationship with a man who was verbally violent. I told no one. I carried the illness, the grief, the shame, the relationship, all of it, silently, alone. My SOS signals went unheard. I was falling apart on the inside while appearing, to everyone around me, to be managing just fine.

I lost my self-esteem entirely. Not gradually, completely.

The grief no one names

There is a grief that comes with endometriosis that almost never gets acknowledged.

The grief of the body you thought you had. The grief of the future you imagined. The grief of the years spent in pain that no one validated. The grief of the version of yourself, carefree, at home in her skin, that you never quite got to be.

This grief is real. It deserves to be named. And it deserves to be witnessed, not dismissed, not medicated away, not told to "stay positive."

You are allowed to mourn what this illness took from you.

What I wish someone had told me

If I could go back and sit with the 21-year-old version of myself, scared, in pain, alone, doubting everything, here is what I would say:

Keep going. Keep seeking answers. Never let anyone, not a doctor, not a partner, not anyone, convince you that your pain is imaginary or that you are too much.

Your psychological health is not secondary to your physical health. It is the foundation of everything. Invest in yourself first, not last, not eventually, not when things calm down. Now. Always.

And this, above everything else:

I believe you. I see you. I am here.

Because no one said that to me when I needed it most. And I know, because I work with women going through exactly this, how much those six words can mean when you have been living in the silence of an illness that the world still doesn't fully understand.

You are not dramatic. You are not weak. You are not broken.

You are a woman carrying something extraordinarily heavy, and you deserve real, compassionate support. Not just for your body. For all of you.

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