27/03/2026
“OMG, did I just cure my Endo?” And other unhinged thoughts 💭
For two days this week, I thought I’d cured my endo. Well not cured, but maybe outsmarted.
The days of my cycle when the pain and discomfort usually consume my soul, were a breeze. And the immense blood loss that was the entire focus of a 24 hour shift on day 2 — light.
So light I also thought “oh s**t, this is menopause” 😂 so there was a lot going on.
I’d made some additional changes this cycle so when things seemed different to normal, I was cockyyyyy.
Had the two light jogs, two sauna sessions and the avoidance of alcohol over the past few weeks instantly paid off? 🤗
Alas, no!
Endo, the beast that it is, had just rescheduled its horrors for days 3 & 4 of the cycle. Must have been busy on the usual days. 🙄
Lured me right the f**k in it did.
So now, my consciousness and awareness of bleeding through all menstrual barriers got to live with me for four days, instead of being over and done with after two days. Because guys, you gots to be on guard for when the heavy bleed shift starts… mis-judge it and you are screwed. 🩸🩸🩸🩸
And because my brain was like “this is day 4, why would we need to be monitoring TO THE MINUTE when it’s time to take the panadol, I overshot the 6 hour mark. And I tell ya, that matters.
This is endo.
This is endo even when you’ve adapted and modified so much of your lifestyle and dietary choices.
This is endo when you are a qualified Naturopath and energy healer.
This is endo when you’ve had surgery. When you’ve done years of womb work. When you’re deeply in tune with your own energies.
It doesn’t care.
It still consumes you.
And it’s not just around the bleed time now either, ovulation too can bring bloating, pain, discomfort.
There’s absolutely no way I could hold down a full time job.
Aside from avoiding gluten all cycle long, checking out of the world is my main management tool. I’m privileged to have carved out a life that supports this, and I just don’t know how others who don’t have that option do it.
It consumes you. Especially when it’s on active duty.
When it’s on active duty (for me being those bad days of the period) it feels like my entire spirit, anchored from the third eye space inside my forehead, is dragged down into the underworld. There’s nothing I can do about it; I’m at its mercy.
I don’t necessarily fear or hate the space, but there’s no way I could function out in the world during those times.
So yeah.
All that just to say,
I didn’t cure my endo this month.
Still hoping tho! ✌🏻✨
(Jks, there is no cure!)
P.s. This is my experience — others will have similar or vastly different experiences of their life with endometriosis and other repro based conditions.
Mine’s pretty bad, but some people’s experiences are much, much worse. Please believe those you know when they explain how bad it is for them.
They need your understanding, love and support. 💛 x
