The Comfort of Spirituality
Anna-Marie's Endometriosis Story This collaborative art project closes with Anna-Marie, photographed by Phoebe Wingrove in deep, striking purple, a colour Anna-Marie chose herself and one that carries its own deliberate meaning. Where Christie's red spoke to anger and blood, Sandy's blue to grief and depth, and Rowan's nude and [...]
A Balled Up Mess of Flesh and Blood
Rowan's Endometriosis Story There is a particular kind of loneliness that comes from being in pain no one else can see, hear, or verify. It is a loneliness that has nothing to do with how many people are in the room, and everything to do with how far [...]
My Body Is an Archive of Loss
Sandy's Endometriosis Story Endometriosis is often described in statistics: one in ten women of reproductive age worldwide, an average diagnostic delay measured in years rather than months, a condition that shapes fertility, careers, and relationships long before most people have heard its name. What statistics cannot capture is [...]
How Would It Be Seen?
Christie's Endometriosis Story For everyone living with endometriosis, there is a private language of pain that the outside world almost never gets to read. It is a condition that can colour entire days, relationships, and futures, and yet leaves no outward mark on the body it lives in. This [...]
