For about a year, I lived with heavy bleeding that I tried to normalize and push through. I reorganized my life around performances, stopped attending dance and yoga classes, declined invitations, and avoided certain clothes—not because I wanted to, but because my body no longer allowed me to show up the way I used to.

Then one morning, I hemorrhaged.

I knew something was seriously wrong. My boyfriend and I went to see my doctor, who immediately began scheduling appointments to find answers and help me heal. Bloodwork was the first step, and it revealed severe blood loss and anemia. Suddenly, everything made sense. The daily exhaustion, the way I had to push myself through workouts and performances—I wasn’t out of shape, as I had convinced myself. I was fighting my own body.

For the first time, I had answers.

I started supplements and soon after had an ultrasound to see what else might be going on. That’s when we found them: fibroids.

By the age of 50, up to 80% of Black women and 70% of white women will develop fibroids. I had no idea—and yet here I was, living with symptoms that had quietly taken over my life.

My doctor explained what she was seeing and discussed possible blood transfusions, iron infusions, and surgery. My head was spinning. When I finally had my surgical consultation, a date was set for December. More waiting—while my symptoms continued, sometimes worsening. I learned I would need to go on disability from work and might not be able to dance for months.

I was heartbroken.

Then my surgery was pushed back again. Even more waiting.

As we step into the new year, I’m finally counting down the days until surgery—and the hope of a new beginning.

Any funds raised will go toward groceries, medical-related expenses, food and supplies for my dog, and temporary housing. Yes—finding a place to stay has also been part of this journey.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and thank you to anyone who donates or shares. I never expected to become a voice for fibroid awareness, but here I am.

I will continue to share information as it happens and maybe even post some videos as well to share more information.

I’ll see you on the stage again soon.

P.S. To everyone with a uterus who shared their stories on YouTube, Instagram, and in support groups—thank you. Your openness gave me information, strength, and comfort during a time when I felt very alone.