ITS NOT ME, ITS ENDOMETRIOSIS 😂💔

Once upon a time, I was that person, the one who made plans… and actually showed up, early, smiling ready and excited.

Brunch? I’m there.
Beach day? Already packed.
Random “let’s just go out”? I’m already dressed.

Life was spontaneous, joyful and honestly… a little loud in the best way.

Then came this thing, not just pain, not just discomfort. No… Endometriosis didn’t just hurt me; it quietly rewrote me.
Now I’m also that person… but a different version:
The one who says “yes” today and cancels tomorrow.
The one who types “on my way” and then disappears like a magician.
The one who wants to show up… but her body says, “not today, babe.”

And the worst part?????????

People think I have changed because I don’t care anymore .... 😂😂😂

If only they knew......If only they knew that behind every cancelled plan is a whole internal war, a negotiation between “I miss my life” and “I physically can’t move.” a silent apology I never know how to fully explain.

It’s actually funny sometimes…😂 because imagine thinking I don’t want to hang out when I’m literally at home missing the vibe, missing the laughter, missing me, 
Like… please 😭 I would choose fun over pain ANY DAY. But this “enemy”? it doesn’t ask, it doesn’t warn properly, it just shows up uninvited and takes over like it pays rent, and somehow… I’m left explaining myself for something I didn’t choose.

That’s the painful part, not just the cramps, the exhaustion, the unpredictability…but losing pieces of the version of me that I loved, the carefree one, the reliable one, the always-there one.

But here’s the truth I’m learning to hold gently:
I am still her MAC, just… softer, slower and stronger in ways no one sees.
So, if I cancel, disappear, or go quiet…just know it was never about you.
It’s me…......................and this very unfunny joke of a roommate called Endometriosis.
And trust me…
If I could evict it??????
I would have done it a long time ago. 💔

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