The pain did not arrive as pain. It arrived as resistance.At first, it felt like heaviness, a weight low in my abdomen that stayed after I moved, as if my body had begun holding on to itself. When I shifted positions, the sensation did not follow. It remained behind, pressing inward, asking me to slow down whether I wanted to or not. By morning, it had settled into me completely. It knew the shape of my body better than I did.I woke already tired, not the kind of tired sleep fixes, but the deeper kind that lives inside the muscles and refuses to leave. My back ached before I even sat up. My lower abdomen felt tight and stretched thin, as if the skin and muscle there were doing more work than they were meant to. I pressed my palm lightly there, testing, waiting for reassurance that never came.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, breathing carefully, waiting to see if the pressure would ease. It did not.Standing took effort. Not because I could not do it, but because my b
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