My battle began at the age of twelve — fourteen years ago — when I got my first period. That very night, I passed out on the couch from the intensity of the pain, despite my mother having given me a spasmodic.

What followed were years of seeking help, searching for answers, and being repeatedly dismissed and gaslit. My mother and I visited multiple specialists across different countries — gynecologists, endocrinologists, gastroenterologists — hoping someone would provide guidance. While the latter two fields failed to offer any clear answers, attributing my pain to "stress," the gynecologists were the first layer of a deep systematic problem. Most doctors weren’t equipped to help — not because they didn’t care, but because the system failed them too. A lack of proper education, training, and funding left them unprepared for cases like mine.