Dawn breaks, rousing consciousness,

the world pulses to life around me,

a familiar rhythm, now a distant hum,

slipping through my fingers like water.

I am a ship adrift on grim, turbulent waters, where each sound is thunder, each shadow a ghost. Memories are lightning, flashing bright and searing, leaving me blind and trembling.

I am a fractured mirror, reflecting pieces of a past I can’t escape. Each shard is sharp, cutting into my present, drawing blood from old wounds. Familiar places, faces, scents—they are the sirens of my mind, luring me back to places I don’t want to return.

A new dawn has emerged,

but the scars remain,

tortured echoes of my past, reduced to nothing,

carved by the trials I have sustained.

This is for the warrior hearts who may be more fragile in physical form, but whose spirits are robust. Sometimes despite the pain, sometimes because of it. For anyone dealing with an ongoing, chronic illness, but are determined for it not to define the quality of their life.

Endometriosis is a complex inflammatory, estrogen-dominant disease. It has been compared by researchers to cancer in the way it creates its own blood and estrogen supply, which creates a vicious cycle that makes it challenging to control estrogen dominance once it has begun to spread.
Before it was labelled endometriosis, it was known medically as ‘The Carreer Woman’s Disease."‘