For almost 18 years, Anna Wanjiru from Mombasa lived in absolute dread of her period. The moment it arrived, the pain hit like a knife – sharp, relentless cramps that left her curled up on the floor, sobbing through the night. As a teenager it started, and every single month felt like torture. She tried everything. Hospital visits, strong injections, handfuls of painkillers, weird herbal drinks, strict diets – nothing touched it for long.
At her job in Likoni, she’d call in sick so often that her boss started giving her those looks. Her confidence tanked. At home, her family would brace themselves each month because the pain just kept getting worse as she got older. Some cycles felt like someone was crushing her womb in their fist. Others, the ache crawled down her back and legs until she could barely stand. She started wondering if this was it – if she’d be stuck suffering in silence forever.
Then everything changed. One lazy afternoon in Kwale, visiting her cousin, Anna finally poured her heart out. After listening quietly, her cousin looked at her and asked softly, “Anna, have you ever thought this might not just be physical… but something spiritual?” Anna froze. Medicine had always been her answer. The idea that something deeper could be behind it? That had never even crossed her mind. Continue reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34956
