This Can’t Be Life…
See this face?
This is the face of a woman, who awakened with a start, looked at her phone, and realized she was getting some weird message to update her payment information, because her icloud something-or other, failed to process.
Not sure how her account is overdrawn, she quickly slips on a pair of grey yoga pants, a red tank top, a pink jacket and then donned orange striped flats to zoom out the door to the bank.
She knows she looks crazy but simply didn’t care. She gets to the bank and in the middle of transferring funds, it dawns on her, she could have done all of this online and she throws up her hands at her foolishness, which draws the attention of the bank manage.
“Whats the matter? You seem out of sorts.”
This woman looks the manager dead in the eyes and says one word-
Menopause.
Thus began a conversation between them both about all the radical changes happening in their bodies.
In the middle of the bank.
This has been my life in recent months and l am only now speaking about it, because, well, it needs to be done.
I assumed menopause would be simply hot flashes and calcium deficiencies.
Oh were it that simple. I am teary for no reason. Feeling overwhelmed and second guessing things l would plow right through.
My body LITERALLY aches like l have been lifting weights non-stop for years. I am easily irritated. Total loss of appetite.
It scared me.
I called my momma, and while l dissolved into tears explaining that l was going crazy, she gently said, it was menopause and began quietly guiding me to speak with my doctor, run some tests and get on a treatment plan that will help me to navigate these unknown waters until the symptoms subside, which could take a while.
Its nice to know l have not totally lost my cotton picking mind. Not yet any way. But this can’t be life forever because the world will not survive with me like this!
But hear me- there are legions of women navigating through their days with not a hair out of place and battling the symptoms that emerge with this new phase of our lives. It is different for each one with some similarities, but have mercy on us, if we do not seen like our normal selves on any given day.
This thing is a beast.
So if you see me out in the streets looking crazy, give me a hug and point me in the right direction. I probably will need it.
Deuces and mad love,
Diva
