My story begins from as young as 9 or 10. I recall coming home from school and just collapsing from back pain, wondering why no one else was as fatigued as I was.

I do this for every woman and person who's been told their pain is "normal,"

I only started learning about endo because someone told me their story.
Now, I want to be that person for someone else.

In 2017, my life began to fall apart. Every month, for nearly two weeks, I was no longer myself. I battled suicidal thoughts, panic attacks, depression, and overwhelming fatigue. It wasn’t ‘just PMS.’ It was PMDD — a life-threatening condition I didn’t even know existed.

So many people assumed I was choosing to go abroad for a vacation rather than a life-changing and necessary surgery. People kept referring to it as ‘exciting’ and a ‘holiday’—but this wasn’t something I wanted to do for fun. I was forced into it. The system left me no other choice. It wasn’t a vacation—it was survival.

I kept asking: Why do we have wearables for everything else—heart, lungs, brain—but not for something as fundamental as the menstrual cycle?

Endometriosis has shaped my journey in ways I never expected, but it will never define me.

People often ask me how I came up with the name This Won’t End Me, and to be honest, it wasn’t some perfectly planned-out branding moment. It came from a place of survival.