I went back and forth with myself about blogging about my uterine issues. It feels like a “tmi” topic. I tried to ask my boyfriend his opinion and burst into tears trying to explain. At that point I knew this was something I had to talk about. I can feel my eyes welling even as I’m typing.


Like a lot of women, I’ve been dealing with cramps since I was a teen. Though uncomfortable, they’ve never really been a problem. Up until recently, when I started being bound to my bed for the first day or so of my period. I thought I had seen the worst of them last year when I was stuck at home on the 4th of July crying alone while my family was enjoying bbq. Even then, I hadn’t experienced anything like the time back in November when I thought I would have to go to the emergency room. The pain was so intense that my body shook uncontrollably while I sobbed into my pillow. This went on for hours. I couldn’t move, nothing relieved the pain and it was the loneliest I had ever felt in my life. Thankfully, my loving and attentive boyfriend was there, but he couldn’t really understand. How could he? Glory be to God that they haven’t been that bad since, but that day I vowed to get whatever was going on under control.
Before you ask, no I am not under a doctor’s care. I am a millennial with a degree and no job which means no health insurance. But don’t weep for me Sarafina because if I did have insurance,  9 times out of 10, I still wouldn’t have a regular doctor. I do not trust them. I have never had a pleasant experience with a gynecologist. The first time I went with my mom when I was 18. It was like a right of passage. However, when the nurse started to explain what happens during a pap smear, I started to cry and everyone decided we didn’t have to do the exam this time since I wasn’t sexually active anyway. I never went back. I tried again as an adult on my own. Around that time my cramps were bad, but still manageable.  I felt the need to get a professional opinion.
So, I bit the bullet, ponied up $150 out of pocket for the appointment at my mom’s doctor’s office to get checked out. First of all, I kid you not, the doctor’s last name was Krueger. Strike 1. Second, she didn’t listen. I thought she would hold my hand and walk me through the process. Instead she seemed rushed, through some pamphlets at me and haphazardly told me that if the pain meds she was going to prescribe didn’t work, the next steps would be surgery and a possible hysterectomy. And this was all BEFORE the pelvic exam! I will not bore you with the details of that portion of the visit. I will just say that it was extremely awkward and I regretted not bringing my mom along. Needless to say I haven’t been back since.
I do not take pain medication because I do not believe in them. There was a time that I would not leave the house without a bottle of aspirin. As I’ve gotten older, I realized that this is not always the best method to deal with pain. Aspirin can sometimes do more harm than good; and I was taking so many of them, I sort of developed a resistance. So, I’ve been seeking out alternatives.
I’ve changed my diet a lot. I try to incorporate fresh veggies into almost every meal. Especially leafy greens like spinach since I read online that sometimes severe cramps can be caused by a lack of iron in the blood. I’ve also upped my water game as I am told being dehydrated doesn’t really help. Lastly, I’ve started working out again which helped significantly before. Since making these changes, I have noticed a difference in the intensity of the pain. That, along with The Honey Pot, Co. Products, has helped me not fear that time of the month so much anymore.
Side note: I’ve been out of my Honey Pot pads for a couple months now because they aren’t readily available in stores yet. Believe me when I say I notice the difference!! I tried another natural, pesticide free product and it’s not the same! I don’t feel the Love. Check out my review on The Honey Pot, Co. products.
So, I said all of this to say that I have decided to chronicle my journey to uterine health because I know there are other women like me who long for someone who understands. This space can be so lonely as the the topic is still taboo. I don’t understand why because if it wasn’t for periods, NONE of y’all would be here. But I digress. I don’t want any other young woman to feel like she doesn’t have anyone to talk to about these things. Come to me and we can find solutions together.
In the meantime, I am on a quest to find a wholistic specialist I can trust. Preferably a black woman who believes in Jesus. So, if you have any helpful resources, please share them here for me and other young women who may need them. Also, please feel free to share any remedies and treatments that help you during that time of the month.
I will update you on my findings monthly. I pray that we all find relief, trust and compassion because no one deserves to suffer alone.
Talk to you soon!
The Thrift Maven