I read a quote once, and unfortunately, for the life of me I can’t remember who said it. But as one who makes her living from the written word, it was a powerful quote which has stuck with me over the years. It went something like this:
“People will forgive you for the words you speak, but if you write them down, they never will.”
I am keenly aware of the power of my words, the pen—or in this case, the keyboard—which is so much mightier than the sword, every time I sit down to write a blog post. I know that women come to my blog(s) and Facebook page to read what I have to say about certain health issues, because they value my opinion, and they are seeking some kind of solace in my words.
To say it is humbling is an understatement.
I believe I have an obligation and responsibility to my readers to be informed, to know what I’m talking about when I write these blogs. It’s not always an easy cross to bear. Especially when there is so darned much conflicting information out there regarding women’s health. This expert says this, another expert says that, and never the twain shall meet.
Nevertheless, I keep laying my sacrifice and labor of love at the altar of women’s health, with the hope that something I say is helping somebody somewhere to feel a little better. I know how difficult it is to go through perimenopause and feel alone in your suffering; that no one understands how you feel, or worse, they think you’ve lost your ever-loving mind.
I also know how scary it is to pass from the years of beauty, youth, fervent sexuality (if you were lucky), and fertility, into middle-age and menopause where you start to question everything about your life all over again. Except this time you’re asking: “Am I still beautiful?” “Does my life matter?” “Does anyone see me anymore?”
If you’re anything like me, these questions burn a little hotter around this time of year—February—the month of love and romance; and especially, if like me, you’re also single. But, don’t worry. I won’t say anything trite and hokey like, “You’ve got to love yourself” or “Be your own best friend.”
That’s just annoying, even though I know there is some truth to it.
But I do want to say during a month when Hallmark and every other retailer is marketing the idea that in order to be whole, we’re supposed to have all kinds of unattainable hot love and passion in our lives, that you are still beautiful, you’re life does matter, and plenty of people see you.
I realize my words may not be as sweet as a box of Godiva chocolates on Valentine’s Day, but I hope you’ll receive them as they are intended, a message of love just for you.
Happy Valentine’s Day, ladies!
Magnolia Miller is a certified healthcare consumer advocate in women's health and a women's freelance health writer and blogger at The Perimenopause Blog.