I’m lying on my bedroom floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing as I text a friend to cancel yet another dinner plan and pleadingly ask my husband to fetch me some painkillers. I won’t be able to stand up until they take effect, the carpet having left ridges on my damp face, and even then I’ll feel lower than I knew it was possible to feel.
I have adenomyosis: a condition I’d never heard of until I was told on April 1st this year — which just so happened to be the first day of Adenomyosis Awareness Month - that it was the cause of my years of debilitating pain.
