Lots of thoughts this morning, I'm having a duvet morning watching morning TV in bed.. I'm about to merail.
This time last year I couldn't get out of bed and got hit by a menopausal, mental health bleeping doom quake. I literally knew it was coming as I'm an old hand at this, but this one was like a bleeping tit tsunami. I reached out to my support because I scared myself, I've never had to do it before in that way, other times it's 'I'm miserable'.. 'yeah, I know'.. And then husband or best mate do their patient support and distract thing, this time it was difficult and much more serious. It was like when I was at peak MH illness in my 20s/30s
Menopause is a witch...
I'm not sure, in itself, this revelation has been helpful. Let's be honest we're treading close to stigmatising menopause with the sad eyed presentation on morning TV, and GPs appearing to say how women must see their GP (ahem.... When? How?) and not stop treatment etc They've suggested she was early for menopause, but she's 45 so that doesn't make sense and the police and family hid it like it was some mark of shame.
I'm waffling....