Dear Period is BACK!
(After a bit of a summer vacation while I traveled to Italy, applied for and quit jobs, started a podcast and magazine.... You could say I've been busy :)
Dear Period,
I am never happier without you than when I'm on vacation. I'm not sorry; it is true. I was just in Italy for a week and a half (first time, and it was fantastic and I want to go back) and let me tell ya. Not packing tampons in my luggage, in my purse around the city, not feeling exhausted, not needing to search for a restroom in a place where public restrooms do not exist, and never worrying about you creeping up unexpectedly early or staying late... It was such a joy.
I want you back more than any valuable thing I have ever lost, but sometimes I am perfectly happy that you are gone. I was grateful was when I was washing windows as a summer job for three years while I was in college, climbing up and down ladders, driving all over the place and having a general lack of restroom access. The next time was camping. And most recently, Italy! I just got to smile, and remember you fondly.
XOXO
Dani
P.S. Don't forget, I DO still want you back!
Ladies. Please don't get me wrong. I would suffer a lot of Italian vacations with periods, I would endure tons of camping trips and countless summers washing windows with my period if it meant that I could have my period back for real. If it meant I could have children. If it meant I could offer a man the potential to have a family. If it meant I could one day be pregnant with my very own child.
But we all know that that is just not how things work. We can't trade what isn't reality for a potential future that also isn't reality. If we could, POF wouldn't be a problem for any of us.
So here we are. Yes I am still on a quest to get my period back, THE quest in fact, but can we please push pause for a second on all the guilt and sorrow? Can we slow down with all of the negative energy that we can't help but endure every single day, and just enjoy the fact that we can go on vacation and not get a period?!
As with many diseases that bring major life changes with them, POF doesn't have many silver linings, not a whole lot of upsides. Not only can you not have children yourself, you feel you have cheated your man out of the family he wanted with you, you feel like you have aged a million years in about five seconds, and honestly, not very many people can relate to what you're going through because they think of it as some kind of blessing!?!?!? What?! Either that, or they don't even know that anything is wrong, because we can't tell them, because even though I can write this blog, I have a hard time breaching the subject even with my family and close friends.
So I thought, amidst all the heartache and worry and uncertainty we somehow muddle through every single day, that we could all stop and appreciate, ... no. Not just appreciate, but truly enjoy the fact that while on vacation, POF is a blessing only we few can count.
(After a bit of a summer vacation while I traveled to Italy, applied for and quit jobs, started a podcast and magazine.... You could say I've been busy :)
Dear Period,
I am never happier without you than when I'm on vacation. I'm not sorry; it is true. I was just in Italy for a week and a half (first time, and it was fantastic and I want to go back) and let me tell ya. Not packing tampons in my luggage, in my purse around the city, not feeling exhausted, not needing to search for a restroom in a place where public restrooms do not exist, and never worrying about you creeping up unexpectedly early or staying late... It was such a joy.
I want you back more than any valuable thing I have ever lost, but sometimes I am perfectly happy that you are gone. I was grateful was when I was washing windows as a summer job for three years while I was in college, climbing up and down ladders, driving all over the place and having a general lack of restroom access. The next time was camping. And most recently, Italy! I just got to smile, and remember you fondly.
XOXO
Dani
P.S. Don't forget, I DO still want you back!
Ladies. Please don't get me wrong. I would suffer a lot of Italian vacations with periods, I would endure tons of camping trips and countless summers washing windows with my period if it meant that I could have my period back for real. If it meant I could have children. If it meant I could offer a man the potential to have a family. If it meant I could one day be pregnant with my very own child.
But we all know that that is just not how things work. We can't trade what isn't reality for a potential future that also isn't reality. If we could, POF wouldn't be a problem for any of us.
So here we are. Yes I am still on a quest to get my period back, THE quest in fact, but can we please push pause for a second on all the guilt and sorrow? Can we slow down with all of the negative energy that we can't help but endure every single day, and just enjoy the fact that we can go on vacation and not get a period?!
As with many diseases that bring major life changes with them, POF doesn't have many silver linings, not a whole lot of upsides. Not only can you not have children yourself, you feel you have cheated your man out of the family he wanted with you, you feel like you have aged a million years in about five seconds, and honestly, not very many people can relate to what you're going through because they think of it as some kind of blessing!?!?!? What?! Either that, or they don't even know that anything is wrong, because we can't tell them, because even though I can write this blog, I have a hard time breaching the subject even with my family and close friends.
So I thought, amidst all the heartache and worry and uncertainty we somehow muddle through every single day, that we could all stop and appreciate, ... no. Not just appreciate, but truly enjoy the fact that while on vacation, POF is a blessing only we few can count.
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