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Endo is within Me

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Parts 9
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The Best Friend Chronic Pain

Endo is within Me

Yes! I am beyond grateful

Can you relate that? If you so, let us embrace and empower for one another. I am listening to you. We all have been suffering which people do not easily understand. Yes! And it is okay. The Loving Universe has guided us to virtually meet here. I am so glad for having you reading me. We are all the best friend of chronic pain. Endo is within us.

The best way to heal is to affirm that we are healing ourselves from negative thoughts and past traumas triggering us. There is no rush to be healing, darling. You will be empowered to take time, a long journey of your inner-peace and healing, as you  empower me to keep writing in any circumstances . We all understand how suffering it is to having this best friend chronic pain, right?

It is the time to pause. To slow it down. 

To keep b r e a t h i n g.

With love,
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With Pain Comes Love 3 by sandisiwegxaba

Seeing my wife in the state she was in has to be the 2nd most painful thing to go through, the first being losing your little princess. I watched her sleeping peacefully, at least she was at peace and not thinking about what we are currently going through. I think the most painful thing about losing someone is that there's no warning, you don't get a chance to say a proper goodbye to them and there's no telling when you'll ever see them again. Death is a thief. - Melo Before my daughter came into the picture I used to drink and get really drunk. Alcohol has always been a coping mechanism f and my go-to for pretty much every emotion, be it happiness or sadness or even anger... it was always my go-to. But I stopped when I found out I was pregnant and only drank every now and then but never to get drunk. Losing my child has been hard, it's been a struggle I am yet to conquer, if how I also don't know. I've never been able to handle pain easily, for me reality strikes after some time... let's just say I react in a much later stage to pain or trauma. Yes, she was gone but I didn't want to accept it at first and I can't say that I've accepted it now because I haven't still but I'm taking it one day at a time... I've been drinking to ease the pain and not think about her or remember her but that's stupid because every part of this big house reminds me off her. It's been a month since her funeral and I've been drinking excessively. I'm not coping and neither is Melo. I cannot imagine us surviving this one. We just strangers who sleep on the same bed. She didn't deserve to die. She shouldn't have died. - Yaya

*Chapter One: The Journey of Survival by Rebecca619408

*Chapter One: The Journey of Survival In this poignant and unflinchingly honest memoir, Rebecca shares her deeply personal journey of living with endometriosis and interstitial cystitis (IC), two chronic conditions that have shaped her life in profound ways. Through raw reflections on pain, isolation, and the search for self-worth, she reveals the emotional and physical toll of her illnesses, while confronting the strained relationships and societal pressures that have further complicated her path. As Rebecca navigates the complexities of being misunderstood by family and society, she grapples with feelings of loneliness and frustration, often questioning her place in a world that seems indifferent to her struggles. Despite her challenges, she finds solace in the small joys that sustain her-her loyal dog, Montana, and the music of Stray Kids, particularly Felix's voice, which becomes a source of comfort on sleepless nights. Through heartbreak, loss, and moments of self-doubt, Rebecca's story is one of resilience and survival. She invites readers to see beyond her pain and into the spirit of someone determined to find her voice and reclaim her life, even when it seems impossible. With courage and vulnerability, this memoir is not only a testament to the endurance of the human spirit but also a call to understanding and compassion for those living with invisible illnesses.

depressed | emily prentiss x reader by emilvprentiss

background info: the bau, and the team, had always been understanding of your mental health, letting you take days or weeks off when you weren't feeling too great. this time things got really bad and you tried to end your life. you had been off work for a month and hadn't seen anyone since. the team come by to check if you're ok and are satisfied with you telling them through the door. but that isn't enough for emily anymore. trigger warning: this will include talk of mental illness, self harm (nothing too graphic), mention of a suicide attempt (in the past) and other themes related to this. please do not read if you think this will trigger you, keep yourself safe<3

"DREW" by aningwrites31

How would you feel if one day you knew you have a rare disease? Would you choose to get through it alone and push away the one you love? The love you've been waiting for your whole life. A kind of love that is perfect but came at the worst part of your life. This is a story of a girl and the way she would overcome all her insecurities brought by a rare disease she never thought she would have. How would the people that she would meet help and deal with her? Is it beyond her reality? Everything? This is not your typical love story. It's about love, music, family and friendship. And Drew? She's unusual"

How did it End? by JuhiShahani

In a world where women are often expected to seamlessly juggle the roles of a devoted wife, a loving mother, and a successful woman who has built herself a career, the journey to self-discovery and healing can be anything but straightforward. "How Did It End?" explores the lives of women who are striving to break free from societal expectations, unlearn ingrained beliefs, and heal from past traumas that have long shaped their identities. This is a story about the quiet battles fought in the hearts of women everywhere-the struggle to reconcile personal desires with external pressures, the courage to face deep-seated fears, and the strength it takes to carve out a life that is truly one's own. As these women navigate love, friendship, and the complexities of their inner worlds, they learn that the path to wholeness is as much about letting go as it is about holding on. With poignant reflections, emotional depth, and moments of unexpected humor, "How Did It End?" is a narrative that delves into the core of womanhood, exploring the delicate balance between self-fulfillment and the roles society often demands. It's a tale of resilience, the power of choice, and the unyielding pursuit of authenticity in a world that often asks too much.

WAS IT A MISTAKE!!?? by pinkypankkie

"is this all because of me?" "Their fights" "Their agony" "Their separation" "A hermaphrodite??" "But will all this end? when,..... Just when" Poor me and my life.............. This is an Mpreg story and I know, if there are some of the readers don't like it then I won't pressure you reading this story, because I somehow feel funny when writing about pregnant issues, it feels good and also I can show how mothers take a great job of protecting their unborn to born babies, I just feel like expressing it all how I love it, so dear readers if you feel this is bad then just don't read it, wish you all luck to my other stories and enjoy. Everything in here is not true but all are stories living out only the names to be real, I hope that I won't disappoint you in one way or another.🙏🙏😁😁 Here it is, if anyone feels like translating my book you are welcome, because I know no more than my language and English. So feel free to ask me Ended: July, 11, 2022

Trauma Ruined My LIfe (The Real-Life Journal Of An Abuser) by TenTillDeath

It was October 2023, and my now-ex-fiance had moved out of our trailer for good. I decided to end our relationship and thought I had emotionally moved on from them. I was wrong-dead wrong. What followed them moving out was something I could not have ever thought to experience. I began to experience extreme mood swings, controlling behavior, self-esteem issues, and a new-found addiction to alcohol. This was just the tip of the iceberg, as I was constantly flirting with suicide on a daily basis. I could not begin to even tell you about how I went through an emo phase, a "man hoe" phase, and multiple other phases as well due to my deteriorating mental health. I began to document my everyday life after our split through two separate journals over a twelve-month span. This is the true tale of how a breakup brought me to the realization that I was an abuser and that I became the same monster that I swore not to become as a kid. This is how trauma ruined my life, and how it will ruin yours too.

The leaving 11 years on on going stopped up dating for a awhile by CarolOBrien1

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Unveiled Desires: A Journey Through Love's Labyrinth by ReMiReminisces

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With Pain Comes Love 3

Seeing my wife in the state she was in has to be the 2nd most painful thing to go through, the first being losing your little princess. I watched her sleeping peacefully, at least she was at peace and not thinking about what we are currently going through. I think the most painful thing about losing someone is that there's no warning, you don't get a chance to say a proper goodbye to them and there's no telling when you'll ever see them again. Death is a thief. - Melo Before my daughter came into the picture I used to drink and get really drunk. Alcohol has always been a coping mechanism f and my go-to for pretty much every emotion, be it happiness or sadness or even anger... it was always my go-to. But I stopped when I found out I was pregnant and only drank every now and then but never to get drunk. Losing my child has been hard, it's been a struggle I am yet to conquer, if how I also don't know. I've never been able to handle pain easily, for me reality strikes after some time... let's just say I react in a much later stage to pain or trauma. Yes, she was gone but I didn't want to accept it at first and I can't say that I've accepted it now because I haven't still but I'm taking it one day at a time... I've been drinking to ease the pain and not think about her or remember her but that's stupid because every part of this big house reminds me off her. It's been a month since her funeral and I've been drinking excessively. I'm not coping and neither is Melo. I cannot imagine us surviving this one. We just strangers who sleep on the same bed. She didn't deserve to die. She shouldn't have died. - Yaya