Born Shamanista,Forever Islander, Daydreamer by trade, Constant learner, Bohemian by choice, Dancer to the core,
Storyteller by fate.
“Is that normal”? Subtitle “Am I normal?” … I have stopped counting the posts ending or starting with this since I have joined social media menopause groups. All 20something of them…Always that question coming back, don’t take me wrong, I’m not judging, I have applied myself with professional dedication not to live a normal life, whatever it means, and still…Still, I remember perfectly well I ended up asking myself the same question with the first hot flush. Believe it or not, my mother who has no problem sharing careful details about bowels movement, yours or hers, a great listener on this at least, never shared any information about menopause. So of course, when the first night sweat showed up at 41 years old, me, a relatively well-educated woman, even if I admit biology was not my forte, didn’t t even think that it could be this because no woman in my family mentioned it ever in front of me.
Nothing prepares you at 41 years old to jump from being woken up at night to feed your last-born baby to being woken up by a night sweat a few days later and nothing really prepares you to being diagnosed with perimenopause a few months later when you realise those symptoms are here to stay and needs to be addressed.
Rock, paper, scissors
It started with a cut actually…We lost our house…we lost all our money, years of hard work gone...we had to leave the country of the ancestors of my children and come back to this country that was once home. I ‘m still calling us lucky.
When colours were a song
Sister, do you remember? Moon was closer then and made colours shining so true. When spring was freed from winter’s den,