Where it started
My story

In my early thirties, my body started sending signals that were easy to dismiss: painful periods, hormonal ups and downs, skin problems I’d never had. The doctor told me it was normal for my age. So I believed her, and I kept going.
One thing led to another. I wasn’t eating well. I stopped sleeping well. Headaches became part of every single day. At my lowest point, I was in pain 24 hours a day, seven days a week — working through it, struggling to concentrate, moving slowly through my own life.
I did what I was told. Scans, brain tests, specialist after specialist. And the answer was always some version of the same thing: we can’t find anything. One doctor asked me why I was wasting his time. Another told me it was all in my head.
My breaking point came when I could no longer leave the house. I used to travel a lot. Now I was working from home — rare back then — and afraid of what would happen the next time I had to get on a plane.


