Sitting by the window, clutching a hot water bag against my tummy, I feel drained and exhausted from the familiar grip of menstrual pain — a pain I endure every month with no escape.
Sweat gathers on my forehead as the ache deepens. My mind wanders to all the moments I’ve missed because of this relentless burden I’ve had to carry all my life. There is always space I must make for this pain — in my plans, in my choices, in my very existence. I never get a say in it.
Caught between self-pity and helplessness, I pray.
I sigh deeply… and somehow, the universe seems to listen.
Through the window drifts a gentle breeze — soft, tender, almost loving. It feels like nature’s way of sending me a quiet healing. Then comes another breeze… and another… each one matching the rhythm of my resistance, as if soothing me bit by bit.
With every compassionate swish of air, hope returns. I am reminded that there is more to life than this monthly suffering. My body relaxes. My mind unclenches. Peace settles in.
And in that moment, I realize: all I truly wish for is a life free from pain. Everything else in life can be changed, adjusted, worked through, earned, or healed — but this, this is the one thing I long to live without.
That is the lesson I want to remember every single day.
Discovering a better me...
Shwetha
