I wasn’t ready to write these words on the Internet back then. But I am now. And I want to. Not out of a prurient desire to share intimate details of my sex life – sorry to disappoint – but because I truly never believed it would be possible. I believed that lots of people could get better and heal from vulvodynia/ vaginismus; I just didn’t think I was one of them. And perhaps there’s someone out there who feels exactly the same, and needs to hear me testify to the change in my narrative.
For World Mental Health Day, I’ve written about my experience of chronic pain & its effect on my mental health. CW: depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation. Look after yourselves ❤
A poem about how pain can feel like it takes over your identity. Written in a flare. Any Spoonies who can relate, please make yourself known in the comments!
For me, every month is pelvic pain awareness month. Nevertheless, I thought I’d honour this by completing the ‘Spoonie’ blogging tag and carry on my ‘Diary of a Broken Vagina’ series. Prepare to know me a lot better.
