World Menopause Day!

They said invoke the child within, go for a walk, nature can heal, nature is the best therapy.

Until I got there, I mean at that stage of a woman's life, I had no idea, I am sure every woman who is there now is saying the same.

I have laughed, mocked the women who were there and my sincere apologies to them.

Until I got there, I thought everything was exaggerated, who puts their head in the freezer?

And I am a healthcare professional, but it was all a hearsay until I myself was there. I failed to understand the gravity of this thing called MENOPAUSE.

That is me now. I am that woman, my whole-body hurts, my joints ache, my head is in the freezer, a lot. And sleep, what is that???

I once took pride in my ability to remember things. But what is that now?? That is part of the reason everything gets posted on Facebook, it is sort of my memory book.

I feel like I am a different person, I do not recognize myself in the mirror.

But surprisingly when you reach that stage, you also stop caring about a lot of other things, about people in general, as to what they will think or say. There is a certain liberation when you finally get there.

So, if you are going through this, I finally hear you. I am sorry for my earlier childish behavior and failing to understand the grimness of this thing called "MENOPAUSE".

Growing up, we were not allowed to talk about it. So, I have no idea what my mom or other women in the household or in the community went through.

Let us change that narrative. Let us talk about it.

Menopause is real, its symptoms are very real.

Featured " a menopausal woman" who is trying her best. Ramblings for today, world menopause day!!!!

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