What The H!

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Have you ever ridden it?
The “H” wave.
Whew!
What a ride.

We’ve had our rides.
We’ve had our years.
And
Just when you think it’s going to end,
the upsurge happens.
A lethal drift,
something unlike anything
you’ve seen over the years.
It has made you see it all.

It began way back in the teens…
when everything felt confusing, sudden, strange...
and when you tried to complain,
the older generation just shrugged,
“We had all this too… we never made a fuss like you do.”
As if silence was some kind of badge of honour.


Remember those incredible euphoric highs?
When all you see
is bright blue skies and sunny days.
Where every little thing
is a joy forever…

You feel like an angel without wings,
spreading smiles and sprinkling positive vibes
everywhere you go.


And then those brutal lows.
When you lift the entire weight of the world
on your shoulders,
tear up at the drop of a spoon,
and stare at the sky in despair.
Why?
Why me?
How unfair!

And still…
you show up.
You function.
You pretend you’re fine
because that’s what’s expected.

There are those extremely irritable moods too.
When everything and everybody
are drawn into your line of fire!

And you go all guns blazing...
Manners, childhood trauma, feminism, global warming…
and what not!

Making it a point to mention it all
in your fiery monologue,
while what actually set you off
was someone munching on a cracker.
(That poor soul may end up hating crackers all their lives!)

You feel like the devil unleashed.
Dark and evil
All at once.

You’ve been riding your wave
and perfecting it ever since your teens.
“It gets worse with age,”
you’ve heard them say…

Nah.
Must be subjective.
You shrug it off.

’Cause
you know no good would ever come from accepting it
in a society that already shuns a division of us
for holding this as a reason.

Some people understand.
Some people empathize.
Some act indifferent.
Some call us maniacs,
suggesting we need help
to attain “the normal”.

But how do we make them understand
that this is normal?
This is not in our control.
This is not on purpose.

And that “H” stands for Hormones,
for heaven’s sake 
and not some fancy holiday sport.


To every other of the tribe
who has ridden
the wave
through the years,
from that first confused teen version of you
to the wiser, steadier version now
and still survived
with less collateral damage…

Bravo, Sista! ♀️

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Author's Note:

Because every woman rides storms she never speaks of… and still shows up like sunshine.
What the H! is a nod to that silent strength...
The highs, the lows, the rage, the grace, and the courage it takes to keep going.
This one’s for every woman who has ever fought a battle no one else could see.

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