After flying across the country to meet Dr. Andrew Goldstein and get a diagnosis for my unexplained pain, I faced an even steeper uphill battle: finding someone to provide the pelvic physical therapy he’d prescribed.  Back home in Albuquerque, I called therapists from my summer job at a high-brow law firm. The first several clinics had waiting lists of 3-6 months.  10 calls later, I got an appointment.

This blog is the second in a series of four that will be published weekly by the Women's Health Foundation.

Hours after finishing my second year of law school, I sat at the kitchen table and absentmindedly Googled my pain symptoms.  Although I’d run the same search countless times, this one turned up a Dr. Oz video discussing something called vulvodynia.  I’d never heard the word before and was captivated. “HE’S TALKING ABOUT WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!!!,” I yelled...

I recently had the pleasure of chatting over coffee with Missy Lavender, Director of the Women's Health Foundation.  She's a self-proclaimed pelvic health evangelist, and a damn good one.  We clicked immediately, shared our stories, and made plans to collaborate.  This is the first in a series of four blog posts that the WHF is featuring about my pain journey.

This is my story.  Everyone's story is different, and it twists and pains people in vastly unique ways.  But I hope this gives you some idea of what it's like to live with a confusing issue "down there," and to reassure you that you're not alone in your suffering.