Issues

I’m not sure how many other women are sufferers of menorrhagia.  I’m not sure how many other women hold this frustrating condition to themselves.  Just about the only thing I am sure of is how much I hate it.

As open and honest as I am with most things on this blog, there are some parts that I just can’t formulate into words.

Let’s see, can I provide a visual?

Let’s see, if I sneeze or cough, I have to change my clothes.  While most people’s period lasts 3-7 days, my breaks between periods are sometimes 3-7 days.  I’m anemic and always tired.  I never feel comfortable or clean.  And all those feelings equal depression.  One for which there is no real solution since I also don’t feel comfortable shouting these issues from the rooftops.  Which ends with a feeling of loneliness for which I have no words to describe.

Often I think of that “woman with the issue” in the Bible, and I get her.  I wish I was there to wrap her in my arms and say “you aren’t filthy, or an outcast”.  I would love to tell her that in spite of everything she feels she can’t do or have, that she isn’t cursed.  I would want her to know that she is not “the walking dead”.  I’d want to tell her that her husband didn’t “crap out” by getting her when the dice rolled.

And I have nights, like tonight, where I wish someone would do the same for me.