Oh dear, this weeks word is an easy one:
Yes, I'm going there!
I'm sorry, if you're of a sensitive nature, you might want to look away now, but you shouldn't. This is a subject that we don't talk about enough, especially since 50% of the worlds population will go through it!
We don't talk about periods, or menopause, enough. I've never really understood why. I was the only female child, which meant my mother only had to do this once, she could've thrown a pamphlet at me and left me to it. She didn't. She always explained what was going on with my body, so I was never frightened. Even now, as a middle aged woman, she is still talking me through it, letting me know what's normal.
Why can't we all do this?
Why is something so normal, such a taboo subject?
I've had three sons, so you'd think I didn't have to have the period conversation, yet I still have. I've never hidden my sanitary products, never shied away from telling them why I'm being a moody bitch at certain times of the month. They are going to have females in their lives, they should be prepared, maybe a little sympathetic!
Right now, I think I'm Peri-menopausal, so I'm getting some of the symptoms, yet still getting periods. Unfortunately, at this stage they can become very heavy, like I can't go anywhere heavy, and I'm up several times a night. This month truly floored me.
It's also affecting my mental health, I've always struggled, for as long as I can remember actually. This is different though, because I know the reason (again, thanks to my mother). I'm feeling useless, like a piece of unwanted, old, furniture that holds sentimental value, but of no real use.
My logical brain tells me this is stupid, the rest of me just wants to curl up in bed and cry. I want to hide from everyone, although I'll happily talk on social media. It's easy to open up, phone to phone, rather than face to face.
I felt like I had to say this, this week, with it being Mental Health Awareness week. Remember, even if you can't say it out loud, someone will respond to a message.
I'm trying to find things to make me smile, or at least keep my brain at peace. One of these things is walking my dog, with music in my ears. I took this photo today:
That's me, unfiltered and content. Find what works for you. Granted, I haven't been able to do this enough, this week, but I did today.
It made such a difference.
It gave me the ability to say to my husband 'I'm struggling'.
It stopped my brain going at 100mph.
It gave me 30 minutes of just me.
Find what works and do it.
We can't stop the tide of life. We can't control our hormones, our bodies, as females, hold control there.
Hope this all made sense, maybe my mind is still running at 100mph!