A Menopause Free Minute to Cat Crisis and a New HRT Hurdles

The clouds of misery seem to have dispersed, for now. I’m too cynical to believe that they have disappeared completely. I’ve spent those days of normality trying to do as much as I possibly can whilst I have the emotional bandwidth, it’s nice not to feel like it’s waiting for certain death at any given moment.

The husband is going away for a week and as usual, I have filled up most of my free time with lunches and dinners with friends, I’m excited to celebrate the fact that I have submitted my first-ever draft of copy to a client!!

I was pretty pleased with what I had produced but I was of course nervous about the feedback, this could lead to more projects. But I know that I worked really hard on it and did my very best and I now feel confident about taking on more work in the future.

I had a great weekend catching up with friends, and even though I miss the husband, I found that putting my focus on the things I do have at that moment has become easier.

I spent hours just writing, feeling the joy from doing it that I have been missing. I found myself feeling better than I had in a long time, I just hoped the poor husband would get to see this version of me for a bit, instead of the monster he had been living with for so long.

The husband returned but the monster in me did not, didn’t appear. Life was beginning to feel good again and that nagging feeling of wondering when it would end, like a child tugging at…