My Story.

Welcome to “What Never Grew”

I never imagined that by the age of 20, I would be saying goodbye to my uterus—and along with it, the dream of ever carrying children. But this space isn’t just about grief. It’s about survival, truth, and finding meaning in the middle of what feels like loss after loss.

My journey with reproductive health started young. I was only 10 when I got my first period, and by 13, pain and heavy bleeding had already taken over my life. For years, I was dismissed, misdiagnosed, and shuffled between ER visits and doctor’s offices, clutching heating pads and painkillers that never touched the pain.

I’ve endured dozens of procedures, tried every form of birth control imaginable, faced a misdiagnosed IUD injury, and had surgeries that left more questions than answers. I’ve bled for 70 days straight. I’ve passed clots bigger than golf balls. I’ve vomited from pain. I’ve watched the world move on while I laid in bed in agony, wondering if I’d ever feel normal.

In February 2025, after nearly a decade of fighting, I had a hysterectomy—my uterus, cervix, and fallopian tubes removed in an attempt to save what was left of my life. I kept my ovaries, but not my dreams of becoming a mom the traditional way.

This blog is for anyone who’s been told “you’re too young for this,” for those silently bleeding while still smiling at work or school, for those who feel robbed of womanhood, fertility, or just a normal life. It’s for the fighters, the grievers, the confused, and the healing.

I’m still learning how to live without what never grew—but I’m also learning how to live fully, fiercely, and freely anyway.

You are not alone here.