Stardust Story: Endometriosis Surgery & Realignment
Hi, Galactic Star 🌟
It was 3am when I found myself processing all of this…
If you’d rather listen or watch this update, you can do that here:
This past December, I had laparoscopic surgery and found out I have endometriosis. They removed everything they could see. There’s still a possibility it could return. That’s the strange duality of it, relief and uncertainty sitting side by side.
Recovery has been mostly okay… but weird. Getting cut open is weird. Healing internally is weird. Feeling loose and tight and deeply tired in ways you can’t quite explain is weird. But more than anything, surgery forced me to slow down in a way I couldn’t ignore. And in that slowing down, I realized something I hadn’t fully admitted to myself:
I had been operating in survival mode for a long time.
I had normalized pain.
Normalizing What Was Never Normal
For most of my adult life, I have not felt good. My legs have felt heavy. My knees have felt weak. I have had constant back pain and consistent abdominal discomfort. And I thought that was normal.
It wasn’t talked about growing up, so I didn’t talk about it either. I adapted. I pushed through. I compensated. It wasn’t until I started having honest conversations with friends that I realized, this isn’t everyone’s baseline.
Last year, things intensified. Mentally and physically.
In early 2025, my mental health wasn’t in a good place. I sought therapy, and I’m deeply grateful I had access to that support. But even with support, my body was carrying more than it could compensate for. At one point, I had a thought that stopped me in my tracks: “If I have to keep living like this every day, I don’t know how sustainable that is.” That thought scared me enough to act.
Choosing Care
In the spring, after starting a new contract role, I made a decision to take my health seriously. It took time to find the right providers. But when I did, they listened. They answered my questions. They didn’t dismiss me. They laid out my options and trusted me to choose. That experience alone felt healing.
By mid-to-late summer, I scheduled surgery for December. Not because I wanted to wait, but because I needed time.
Time to build PTO.
Time to save money.
Time to mentally prepare.
Medical bills are real. Bodies are real. Both require care.
When Everything Feels Like Too Much
Around the same time, Meta restricted my shop because my products include gender-neutral and inclusive language and pronouns. Layer that on top of chronic pain, mental health struggles, work, and trying to build a business, and I was exhausted. It felt like being told that our existence is “not important" even in language meant to affirm.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Socially.
Physically.
I didn’t have it in me to fight. So I did what I could when I had the energy. And when I didn’t, I rested. Or at least, I tried to.
What Surgery Actually Removed
Surgery didn’t just remove tissue. It removed illusion. It showed me how much I had been pushing through. How much I had been pretending I was fine. How deeply I had internalized “go, go, go” as a way of existing.
Slowing down revealed misalignment. And as we move into this new year, this Fire Horse year, I feel like anything out of alignment is going to surface.
This time, I don’t want to ignore it.
Realignment
I want to build a life that actually feels like mine.
One where:
- I listen to my body.
- I move with intention.
- I create without burning out.
- I share without overperforming.
- I rest without guilt.
I don’t have a perfect plan. And I don’t need one.
But I do know this:
I want to document the journey.
I want to trust that what’s meant to connect will connect, even if it’s just one Galactic Star it connects with.
Galactic Flow has always been about authenticity. This season is me living it more fully.
If you’re in a season of slowing down, recalibrating, or recovering:
You’re not behind.
You’re not weak.
You’re not failing.
You’re listening.
And that matters.
You cannot pour from an empty cup, so please take care of yourself first. 💜
With Cosmic Care,
Kassidy 🌌