Tag: #rage

What Fresh Hell Is This?

Waking up in the middle of the night; unable to go back to sleep because of racing thoughts.
Your armpits reek like onions because the deodorant you use no longer works the same.
Walking into a room and forgetting why you came into that room in the first place.
Bone crushing fatigue.
New food sensitivities.
Unexplained weight gain, even though you aren’t doing anything radically different with your diet.
Anxiety that comes out of nowhere and drags you into a dizzying downward spiral.
Hairs in places you never thought you’d have them. Requiring car tweezers, because the light is so much better there.
Itchiness. Skin. Scalp. Ears. Lips.
Vacillating between no libido and being feral, sometimes within a very short amount of time.
Things like triglycerides, a1c and blood pressure rocketing up, again without doing anything drastically different.
Periods deciding to be shorter, longer, lighter, heavier and anything unexpected in between.
More migraines with aura.
Unrelenting joint pain.
Rage…did I mention the unexpected rage?!?

I give you the perimenopause journey: what fresh hell is this?

Comment what your worst symptom(s) have been.

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Not Going Back

Not Going Back

Seeing my newsfeed and Tiktok flooded with the leaked decision of the Supreme Court to overturn Roe vs. Wade, I feel like screaming this from the rooftops: “WE ARE NOT GOING BACK!” This applies to that situation as well as many others in my life at the moment. I am not alone when I say I will make DAMN sure the women of this country have bodily autonomy for their own healthcare decisions. Women are not breeding livestock you can legislate to just keep pushing out babies. We are humans and we have rights too. I refuse to be silent when my daughter’s (and daughters everywhere) future is at stake. We are not going back to the time in our country when the only person considered in our laws and our society is a white man. Mediocre white man: your time is up!

I’m overwhelmed with rage about the state of things. This is on top of the ludicrous cries of corporate America everywhere to “return to the office” and we “need to collaborate in person”. Really?!? Working remotely worked just fine during the past two years of the pandemic, but suddenly it no longer works? We all watched as millions of people around the world lost their lives as a result of this pandemic. The world is not the same as it was before. We, collectively and individually, are not the same as we were before. The pandemic enabled me (and countless others!) to see through the capitalistic, hustle, and work-until-you-die grind culture, and I am no longer here for it. I refuse to give my mental or physical health to a company that would cut me in a heartbeat in order to make the numbers look better for their shareholders.

And I have recently left a marriage that drained me of my time, mental energy, money, health, and self-confidence. Studies have shown that women’s health suffers during the marriage, while men thrive. And when divorce does happen? The reverse is true…women THRIVE while men take a hit. Is anyone surprised by that? I am most certainly not. We are the supporters, the cheerleaders, the taskmasters, the organizers, the soothers, the doers, the love, the glue. We hold families together. All I can think now, having time to heal and repair some of the damage from my marriage is, what took you so long to decide to leave? And that is even without being 100% done with the divorce process itself!

I am fucking DONE. I am not going back to the way things were before. I’m not nostalgic for old times. I am here, along with women everywhere, forging a better, more inclusive, more empathetic path forward. Not just for women, but for all people. If you are longing for the past, watch out, because we are about to mow you down. Burn the whole damn system down to the ground.