It’s been a while since I wrote something this personal. But today, I feel like pouring my heart out. Maybe someone out there needs to read this. Maybe someone is going through the same thing and feels just as lost. Or maybe… this is just for me. To remind myself how far I’ve come.
The Beginning of the Unknown
I never imagined my body would betray me like this. One day I was fine, and the next… everything changed. It started with stiffness in my joints. My knees, my back, even my fingers felt like they belonged to someone else. I thought maybe I slept wrong. Or maybe I was just tired. But it didn’t go away.
Then came the gut issues. Bloating. Constipation. Diarrhea. Sudden food sensitivities. My once-trusty digestive system turned into a moody diva. I had to say goodbye to my favorite spicy food, and even my beloved cappuccino betrayed me.
The Pain That Doesn’t Show
Perimenopause crept in like a thief in the night. Silent. Sneaky. Cruel.
The hormonal rollercoaster was no joke. One moment I was crying over a cat video, the next I was snapping at the air for no reason. My skin changed. My hair thinned. My sleep became a luxury I could no longer afford.
And the pain… oh, the pain. Not just physical. Emotional. Mental. I felt like I was losing myself. Like my body was no longer mine.
I looked in the mirror and saw someone I didn’t recognize.
Salute to the Warrior Women
To all the women who went through this journey while being a wife, a mother, a caregiver, a career woman… I SALUTE YOU.
You are warriors. You are queens. You are the unsung heroines of everyday life. I don’t know how you did it.
I’m single. No kids. No husband. And still, I found this whole ordeal unbearable. Miserable. Painful.
I can’t imagine juggling this with the demands of family and children. You deserve more than just a pat on the back. You deserve a standing ovation. I guess....God made me an old maid for a my own good reason. hahaha
Acceptance & Healing
Now… I’m learning to accept this new version of me. This body. This health. This rhythm. Every day is a new discovery. A new symptom. A new adjustment.
I’ve started journaling my health. Tracking my food. Listening to my body. Some days I feel strong. Some days I feel like curling up and disappearing.
But I’m still here. Still fighting. Still learning. I’ve found comfort in herbal teas, gentle yoga, and long walks in nature.
I’ve embraced slow living. I’ve stopped chasing perfection and started honoring my survival.
Final Words from This Menopause Woman
To anyone going through this… you’re not alone. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to scream.
But don’t forget to breathe. Don’t forget to love yourself through the chaos. This is not the end. It’s just a new chapter.
And maybe, just maybe… it’s the one where you finally become your truest self.
With love and Thank you for reading my almost forgotten online diary
Cindyrina
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