If you’re also navigating the wild ride of perimenopause, let me tell you this: you’re not alone. Whether you’re staring into the fridge wondering what you’re supposed to do with chicken thighs or forgetting your child’s name mid-yell (sorry, you with the face), it’s all part of the journey.
I wrote about this a while back. It has gotten worse for me since last year. I don't have insomnia, but sometimes I have anxiety, and I can't sleep. And of course migraine, brain fog, fatigue, mood swings, mouth ulcers, and the list goes on....
Yes it is a wild ride and some days I don’t like it at all. The anxiety is something I recognize as well and I hate it so intensely. But we will support each other, won’t we?
The anxiety is driving me crazy. I'm riding it now as we speak (or type), always feeling on edge like I'm facing a lion and ready to fight it off. Lack of sleep triggers it, and so do unhealthy eating choices. And the migraine...oh God...I wish I could get this menopause done and over with, instead of waiting for years for everything to shrivel like a prune or go south.
My husband suggested me to read a book and it helped me to understand. Stupid enough my mother never talked about it. When I think about it now, she was laying a lot on the couch that time and had a sever depression. And that is the only thing I don’t want now. So I’m searching a way to deal with it. But it drives me crazy as well. I don’t recognize myself since.
My mom also suffered from migraines, but I was unaware of any other symptoms, so I assume anxiety was one of them. She would chain smoke like a chimney when she felt edgy. I don't recognize myself, either. Since fatigue set in, I've struggled to work out too.
Yes me too. And people want to help, and I understand. Starting with the question: what do you want to do now (being selfemployed). Certainly on days where just surviving the day is a big issue. So I do recognize it. Not going out with friends as well. It has a lot of impact
Very true. I skipped church on Sundays, or if I attended, I would fall asleep during sermons...so what's the point of attending then? My body wants to sleep, but my mind is racing. It's a vicious cycle.
Exactly that feeling. Couldn’t have said it any better way