Before we begin, and because people who read the internet are mostly mental, I need to start off by mentioning that I am not a medical expert, far from it in fact.

Who knew a little plastic rod could take me on such a ride? No, I’m not talking about the latest bullet vibrator, I’m talking about my contraceptive implant. Contraception is not one-size-fits-all. It most often falls to the woman to navigate the painful process of trial and error with pills, coils, patches and implants in the hopes of finding the one with the least amount of side effects.

Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE my sugar. There’s just something about that not–so-good- for-you sweet treat that makes everything feel better.

In light of yesterday being #MenstrualHygieneDay (28th May), I thought it fitting to talk about a product that has been beneficial to me in several ways.

I have been a coffee addict since my early twenties. I’m not talking some cutesy latte addiction either. I’m talking, pure, fresh, unadulterated caffeine. The good shit. My very own black tar heroine. Think, Lorrelai Gilmore running around Stars Hollow in search of the perfect brew kind of obsessed.