Menopause Mayhem — The Saga Continues

It was 9:30 a.m. on a Saturday, and I had just woken up. Wow! And I didn’t want to cry!!!

I grabbed my laptop and sat downstairs with a cup of tea, thankful that we now had milk! I had a productive morning and decided to take a break and see how the husband was feeling.

He wasn’t well and had decided not to take the kids to the football match that day as planned. I had been quite looking forward to having a few hours to myself but never mind, I had a few bits I could be getting on with whilst they watched the game on the TV this afternoon instead.

Unfortunately, my day didn’t go quite as planned and I ended up spending my entire day in bed. The tears I had been so proudly keeping at bay came thick and fast and I found myself feeling deeply depressed.

I felt so exhausted, questioning every thought and feeling I had, was it real? Was it my hormones? Am I tired? Am I being irrational? I felt lost and alone. I realised that there wasn’t much I could do apart from continuing to put one foot in front of the other and try not to fall, I feared that if I fell, I wouldn’t get back up again.

I spent the Sunday feeling drained, I didn’t have the energy to get dressed, let alone leave the house to go out for dinner with the husband and the kids, so I let them go off without me and my black cloud, Why ruin everyone’s day?

Once they were gone and I was alone, I forced myself into the bath. I felt so much better after. I made myself…