How do you go from feeling like for the first time (in a long time) you're actually living your life and having a great day with friends, dancing, singing, drinking and generally having fun... to less than a week later, being curled up in bed crying with the pain, praying the stronger meds will kick in? At one moment you get hope, clarity and life, with a big sense of normality. The next you're faced with pain, upset and darkness, with no sense of it ever being normal again. Why does life with endometriosis have to go from one extreme to the other. The lows are definitely more prominent than the highs at the moment. Or maybe that could be because I give the rare high days so much attention, that as soon as they're snatched away, it makes me feel more lost than usual and back at square one. How do you mentally find a balance when there is no way of controlling what endo will do next?
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