As the days pass, I dread the approaching pain. I cling to my bed, tears streaming down my face, as the tightening discomfort intensifies. The constant 'sorry's from others only frustrate me, as they fail to understand that the noise makes it worse. I scream in agony, pleading with God, 'Why must I endure this?'

Sometimes, people think I'm overreacting, but the pain is debilitating. I'm unable to do everyday tasks, and even attempting to do so makes the pain worse. Painkillers often provide little relief. All I can do is count the days until the pain subsides.

The older generation suggests we should learn to cope with the pain, but I believe the world needs to acknowledge and understand this suffering. I fear being a woman, as it seems to bring unrelenting pain. My only solace is the hope that God will hear our cries and bring us relief.