"I will not let this define me, I will not let this define me...."
I have found myself chanting this a lot in the last week--usually when I'm headed to bed or taking all my meds in the morning or evening. I find that the vulvodynia takes up so much of my thinking and being, that I realize I'm in danger of turning into the vulvodynia girl. And that's the last thing I want.
I don't want people to feel sorry for me.
I don't want to feel sorry for myself.
I don't want to be dealing with this for years or for the rest of my life.
I want my fiance and I to be able to have a sex life.
I want to be normal.