Isolation

The worst part about endometriosis is the isolation. No one can see anything wrong with you. Sure, your stomach is bloated and you can barely stand or keep your eyes open or bend over without screaming but you’re beautiful, you’re young! Aren’t you taking your vitamins! Don’t forget the magnesium, too.

The worst part about endometriosis is the isolation. You push everyone away because who wants to see this decay? You’re aggressively aggravated, under duress, and supremely unflattering. It’s an unsightly scene and I cannot afford their pity.

The worst part about endometriosis is the isolation. I need to use the bathroom, can anyone help me get up? I’m thirsty and I haven’t eaten since noon, I really can’t get up. My heating pad has gotten unplugged on accident. I’m using a hanger on the floor to push around my feelings, I need to vent.

The worst part about endometriosis is the isolation. When I call and no one answers cuz everyone’s busy. Everyone’s tired. Everyone’s hurting. I’m not special cuz the tissue is burning. The worst part is posting in a blog where there’s no one. The worst part is feeling like I’ll have never won.