My defining moment is an unfortunate one. This endo shit got real and I feel as though my life is falling apart around me. I hope that my surgery in September lets me be how I used to be. Everything is exhausting. It's funny, I thought the only thing wrong was my lady bits, but I can't even think straight anymore. I'm preparing for surgery by looking at other blogs, pinterest, and my Facebook support groups.
Work is increasingly difficult, relationships except a few are close to nonexistent or strained, and I think I'm loosing it.
I am going to have this disease for the rest of my life, and I'm not sure I've come to accept this yet.
