Today I realized something uncomfortable that might not make sense & I don't know how to fully articulate it but I'm going try. Having the space to be in an existential crisis is a privilege. It means you're not in survival mode.
If you have the time & mental space to question your purpose, identity & your soul's condition, it usually means your basis needs are met. And when your basic needs are handled (safety, food, shelter), your thoughts tend to turn inward. You start thinking beyond survival. You start asking those big, important, beautiful questions.
Because for many people, survival leaves no room for philosophy. Some people are too busy staying alive to wonder what it all means. And it even makes sense to me now why I stopped writing for years. Survival mode shrinks your world down to the size of a single day. There’s no room for imagination when you’re rationing fear. My brain was too busy keeping me alive to let me create anything.
And I say this as someone who gets the existential doomies all the time. The debilitating spirals, the am I even human loops & that sudden drop in my stomach like the universe hit a pothole.
But when I feel myself slipping into that old familiar void, I have to remind myself that I'm not wondering when & where my next meal will come from & I'm not scraping pennies to pay rent anymore.
I'm learning to honor this deep rumination. This massive, messy, black hole sized questioning. Because it's a luxury my younger self never had the time for. It's a sign that I'm safe now & I have the room to think beyond the next crisis.
I've decided to call my doomies a gift. An absurdly strange blessing & a reminder that I made it far enough to have the capacity to wonder at all. And I hope you have enough safety in your life to let your mind fly, to wonder wildly & to make things just because you can.
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Hyperemesis Gravidarum: When Pregnancy Feels Like a Ruthless Conspiracy.
Dear @AdesuaEtomiW,
Thank you for peeling back the layers on this deeply misunderstood condition.
Hyperemesis Gravidarum...a name that rolls off the tongue with the same ease that food refuses to stay down.
And no, it is not just "excessive vomiting during pregnancy."
What about the searing chest pain from acid reflux clawing its way up your throat?
Or the weight loss, the kind that turns you into a shadow of yourself?
Pregnant women, when you feel this way, come to the hospital. Do not wait. Do not assume it is normal.
Because sometimes, lurking beneath the relentless nausea is a vitamin deficiency that could steal your balance, muddle your thoughts, even erode your memory (Wernicke’s encephalopathy is not a myth).
And when you arrive at the hospital, remember these:
● Blood clots are a real and deadly threat. Ask about medications to prevent them. Many have died, not from the sickness, but from what it silently brings.
● Know your IV fluids. Tell them, firmly, that dextrose or sugar-containing fluids are not for you. Say it with conviction, because sugar can trigger a neurological disaster you do not need. Instead, ask for Ringer’s lactate or a suitable alternative.
● This is why you must marry a man who will hold your hair back as you throw up. Who will sit beside you, through the exhaustion, the tears, the slow drip of IV fluids. Because Hyperemesis Gravidarum is not just a battle...it is a war, and you need an ally.
Now, let me teach you Hyperemesis Gravidarum with the H.Y.P.E.R.E.M.E.S.I.S. method. Because if we must suffer, at least let us educate while we do.
H – Hospitalization: Because what’s pregnancy without a little all-inclusive stay? IV fluids, nausea meds, and existential dread. Welcome to the VIP section!
Y – Yellowish discoloration (jaundice): When your liver decides it’s as fed up as you are and starts cosplaying a minion.
P – Persistent vomiting: Morning sickness? Cute. This is all-day, all-night, no-holds-barred, call-the-exorcist vomiting.
E – Electrolyte imbalances: Your body, now playing "Suwe" with sodium and potassium, waiting for you to collapse.
R – Risk factors: Multiples, molar pregnancies, past HG… Basically, if you thought pregnancy was going to be a glowing experience, the universe is laughing at you.
E – Emotional impact: Anxiety, depression, and questioning all your life choices while hugging a toilet.
M – Malnutrition: You wanted to “eat for two,” but instead, you’re surviving on ice chips and the occasional saltine.
E – Encephalopathy (Wernicke’s): Because vomiting so much you forget basic math is, apparently, a thing.
S – Severe dehydration: Your kidneys are on strike, your urine is darker than your sense of humor, and you’re one IV drip away from becoming a raisin.
I – Intravenous fluids: Because drinking water is a luxury when your stomach has decided to go on full rebellion mode.
S – Small, frequent meals: A suggestion from people who have never had HG. Blink twice if you’ve ever dry-heaved at the thought of food.
To all the pregnant women out there, waging this battle...I hope you have the best support.
Because Hyperemesis Gravidarum is not just a condition. It is a test of endurance, a lesson in resilience, and a brutal, unforgiving storm. And the least the world can do is understand.
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Sometimes i actually forget how iconic Wangari Maathai was. PhD in 1971? Nobel Peace Prize in 2004 making her the first African woman to do it.
Even Karura forest is standing today because of her, what a badass woman!