Menopause by the Quarantine Light....

I'm over 50 years old and going thru menopause. First off, we don't like to talk about such things...it is uncouth, something we cannot talk about...it is a woman thing. It is a time of a woman's life that we like to ignore or joke about it...but we do not recognize it for what it is...a time of ultimate change that over half of the population will go thru. 

It is inevitable...and not pleasant.

So picture this....you are 50ish in January of 2020...on the brink of menopause. How can it get worse? What can the world possibly throw your way that could compare to your roller coaster hormones? At this point, you already are going from crying at a leaf blowing in the wind because you can relate to its futility of beauty to wanting to punch puppy for being just THAT cute. 

You have a lot of moods, none of which make sense. 

By the time March 2020 rolls around, you are a seething mess of hormones...you pray your family and friends have enough bail money "just in case" you decide to go completely off the rails. You pay your car insure because you are pretty certain that one day that lil fucker in front of you is gonna get tagged cuz they cut you off. 

On some level you have waited for this moment your entire you, you have finally "leveled up"...you now get to be that woman...you are ready to go full hormonal hulk on the world. You have only heard about this mood in whispers from your elders, but you know this is now your time to reign hormonal terror on the towns!!!!

And then quarantine happened....yes....all that pent up energy and anger now shut down and caged in their houses. They have no one to rage at other than their family and their pets....and their plants. There is no outlet....there is only repression. 

Menopause in a quarantine world....it's like a caged animal...a really angry animal that occasionally cries at the drop of a hat. 

It has been 315 days since I have been working at home. It has been 325 days since I have started menopause. I'm not certain what will end first...quarantine or menopause. 


"It was long ago and it was faraway and it was so much better than it was today...."

                                                                                                                                                                       

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