I realized recently that for a blog titled “The Endo Zone” I rarely, if ever, mention endometriosis on here. I blame that on my lack of creativity: I just simply could not think of a cute blog name last year when I set this thing up. In fact, the name of my blog before I changed it to the current one was even less creative! Maybe someday soon I’ll change it again… My decision to start blogging had less to do with endometriosis itself and more to do with infertility. Anyways, the point is that I should be true to this blog’s name at least once in awhile and talk about endometriosis on here. Starting now:
Have you ever taken the time to write out your story? I don’t mean your life story or anything (but hats off if you’ve done just that!), I mean the story of how you got to the point in your walk through infertility that you decided to share your journey with others and start a blog? You haven’t? Yeah… me neither. Maybe you’re like me and think you don’t really have much of a “story,” or that no one’s interested in the one you do have. I don’t mean a blurb on your About Me section either. Well, my friend, you couldn’t be more wrong! My good friend Lisa over at Bloomin’ Uterus—fellow endo warrior and blogger of all things scientific, emotional, educational, and inspirational about endometriosis—invites others to share their endo stories on her website, anonymously or in “real life.” If you’re a fellow endo sufferer and haven’t done so already, please take a moment to check it out and follow her posts here. And no, I am not being paid to endorse this site!
Why bother sharing your story? Good question. Let me tell you first off that taking the time to write out your story is, if nothing else, cathartic: it allows you to gain perspective on how far you’ve come, or maybe how far you have yet to go. But beyond that, it can help others. You never know who you may inspire. You never know who may feel a sense of kindridship by realizing she’s not alone, or that her personal endo story doesn’t make her some medical anomaly of freakish proportions.
Recently I decided to share my story alongside some other amazing endo warriors: you can find it here. Because sometimes along this road I forget how I got started on this crazy journey to begin with: it all started because of endo. A crappy incurable, silent, invisible, debilitating, fertility-snatching disease that affects so many women, many of whom don’t even realize they suffer from it. Lately I’ve felt that I should learn more about endo, because all the pineapple core, brazil nuts, and lying on my head after sex in the world won’t do much good if I don’t take the time to do whatever I can first to make sure I’m not doing anything that’s exacerbating this disease.
Again, starting now.