Perimenopause is an intruding heffah!
Just when I thought life was starting to smooth out, here comes Peri stomping up in my space, kicking down the door like an uninvited guest, and causing all kinds of chaos with my emotions. Anxiety? Check. Lack of sleep? Double check. Mood swings? Chile… I apologize in advance to anyone caught in the crossfire. Y’all might want to wear helmets around me.
Now, I knew she was on her way…I mean, I’m approaching 50, so it was only a matter of time before she showed her face. But whew… her arrival was not graceful. It started about a year ago, when her messy little sidekick, Aunt Flo, started acting irregular, showing up sometimes, ghosting me other times. Then Peri said, “Oh, sis, I’m here to stay!” and brought reinforcements: hot flashes, restless nights, and the dreaded blanket toss Olympics…you know, when you’re kicking the covers off, then dragging them back on, all night long.
And now? I’m sitting here wondering why my body decided to betray me like this. (Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating… but still.)
I’m dealing with it, though. Do I want to? No. But it’s a part of life for all women, and we each ride this rollercoaster differently. Honestly, I think we should start a Perimenopause Fight Club! We’ll meet up, swap survival stories, fan each other during hot flashes, and battle through together like a squad of medieval knights!
