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A Glimpse of my Ugly & Sad, but True Endo Story

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The thing about stars, is that they're all unique in their own special way and they're all gleaming high beyond the mountains, the clouds and the night sky. There are millions to trillions of stars shining at midnight; even at daylight, as there are so many stars that not even one can see far beyond into the distance. Women who suffer with a chronic, debilitating disease such as: Endometriosis {Endo}, Adenomyosis {Adeno} and Polycystic Ovary Syndrome {PCOS}; they suffer in silence, nothing but the midnight of the moon and stars illuminating their path through the thickness of the darkness, alone. Not one noticing their pain from the sea of the crowd, only the man on the moon truly knowing their anguish when twilight falls.

This isn't a Happily-Ever-After, from Far Far Far Away, or a Fairytale Wonderland with sunshine and daisies, kind of Autobiography, this is an Autobiography: A Glimpse of my Ugly & Sad but True Endometriosis Story. This is about the sad life I suffer with, caused by Endometriosis {Endo} and Adenomyosis {Adeno} and much more... So, let's discover and unfold my Endo journey together, because everyone has a story to be told, right? Welcome Endo friend-to where it all began. My real, untold Endo story, told my way; told the right way!

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