Feel Good Fridays

Savage Race participants help other racers make it to the top of the Colossus during the Georgia Spring 2015 Savage Race in Dallas, Ga., April 18, 2015. The Colossus was a giant 43-foot wall and one of the hardest obstacles in the course. Adding to the difficulty of it being one of the final obstacles, runners had to sprint up the barrier after they’d already sledged through more than four miles in the mud, before grabbing a rope. They would then pull themselves up to the top of the fortification. The Savage Race is an Air Force Reserve sponsored obstacle course that challenges participants in more than 20 different trials over the course of five miles. (U.S. Air Force photo/Senior Airman Daniel Phelps)

Hello Readers and Friends!

How is it Friday again? So quickly? How has your week been? Your month? Your year? Do share in the comments below!

It’s been a whirlwind week for me. I started my period. It was intense for the first two days. Not uterine cramping; no that was nearly non-existent.

Instead, I had the intense, oh-so-familiar pain on the left side of my lower abdomen, the hot poker, the rebar shoved straight through my body. Intense (and I mean a 9 out of 10 intense) pain. The ol’ familiar pre-surgery pain. The kind of pain where I needed to pop half a Tramadol, and another the next day. *sigh*

For all I know, I’m still healing from surgery. But the darker side of me fears it’s the deep-infiltrating Endometriosis that remains on my sigmoid colon. And it’s put me into a funk. Lots of sadness, loathing, fear, hopelessness.

So I leaned on my support group. I’m the Admin. The founder. The creator of the group. And still it feels wonderful to be able to be so open and vulnerable to those whom I love and share these struggles with. I never feel judged or pitied or anything less than loved. And I’m grateful. Their words of support and encouragement pulled me a smidge out of my funk. Gave me something to hang onto while I was drowning in a sea of self-pity and mourning.

So, today’s quote is inspired by the endless struggle many of us share. And struggles that you have I may not be aware of. It’s not all about Endometriosis: