Why is my heart beating out of my chest?
Why am I happy one minute and balling the next?
Why I am motivated with one idea only to feel fatigued and helpless over it the next minute?
Why do I love everything and hate everything in the same millisecond?
Maybe I am crazy. It’s not like I am never called that. Maybe I am.
Why am I still in my pjs the third day in a row? Is it just because it’s 2020?
No...NO... I am a woman. Blessed with cycles and phases—a taboo that no one seems to talk realistic about unless I chat with my dr. You know, like post partum depression-It’s a thing friends—Perimenopause is real. Why isn’t it addressed more? My path with perimenopause has been a long haul to say the least. All this time, I seriously thought I had some legit mental health issues. Well maybe I do.
Thankfully, I’ve been equipped with tools, resources, and exercises in my tool belt over the years to combat some of those symptoms. Sometimes though, no matter what, these tools just don’t seem to help. I follow the cleansing, plant based, toxin free, mindset shifts, fitness, restful, supplemental, mindful route and still STILL I feel at a total womanly loss some days.
What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?
I feel like an outcast sitting with loneliness, withdrawal from friends and family, self pity, low self esteem, weakness, sadness, total unsexy, mean and hostile feelings of helplessness.
Moody anyone? It’s like worse than the snarky teen years.
Let me tell you, hormones can be nasty to us when we are in a state of unbalance, which can be often; because hormones are constantly changing with our chemistry and cells; especially menopause.
No matter what we do. It’s a never ending ebb and flow, like the waves of the ocean.
Especially in the peri- menopausal state.
Beating myself up because I’m experiencing all that God has made me to be and experience as a woman is not the way to self acceptance. Just like every *body* is different and unique, all peri-menopausal experiences will be too.
The endless crying like my cat literally just died, the painful cramps and release of what seems like gushing forceful gallons of blood with cramps like birthing contractions all over again, the sleepless nights, the overly tired days of exhaustion….
Just when I think I get it all under control with all my tools in my belt and feel great….
WHAM 
that wave comes and blasts it all away leaving me feel like a drowned rat.
that wave comes and blasts it all away leaving me feel like a drowned rat.Let’s just say with a little rest and self reflection, choosing the right tools in my tool belt, and loads of grace and ease, I WILL embrace this aging time in womanhood.
Right now, I am so happy and grateful for the education I recently experienced in my Yoga Teacher Training on breath work as it has been a total blessing, along with using my essential oils to support my emotions and uncomfortable symptoms; while also choosing healthful foods and lots of rest.
Grace and Ease ladies.
Grace and Ease.
You are not crazy.
You are Woman.
A Beautiful Perfect Woman.
Embrace each phase.
With Gratitude and Faith.
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