This life thing, it’s a head-scratcher.
We are all just trying to figure it out, aren’t we?
But at the core of it all, we just want to be understood. Constantly trying to convince others and even ourselves of what we are feeling, thinking, going through, dealing with.
Sometimes the words come to us easily, other times they don’t.
Two weeks ago, a friend texted me a link to an article by Mary Ruefle written in 2015 about her experience with menopause.
The very year I began my slow climb into the abyss that is menopause.
This article was like nothing I had read before, almost like poetry for those who are hormonally challenged.
I had never felt so understood, so “seen”, because for the past five years I have felt like an alien from outer space.
I read it four or five times to myself before then reading it aloud to my husband early one morning while making coffee.
He has been alongside me on this most unenjoyable journey for the past five years. Oh sure, he hasn’t actually felt the symptoms but there are times that I would venture it is almost harder being in his position, feeling helpless.
I know that feeling all too well.
Helpless.
Being held hostage by my body.
I’ve written about menopause 31 times since 2015. In some ways, you could say it has been my silent writing partner.
Documenting the time I needed to paint a door blue for no apparent reason or the day I found out I was officially in the throes of menopause, then needing therapy because menopause was sending my anxiety to levels beyond my ability to cope with them. Keeping most of my posts light and sprinkled with humor so that you wouldn’t worry about me or feel sorry for me or decide to call the authorities.
When I was reading Mary’s piece, I felt like I had written it. Although I know I didn’t because her words are much more poetic. You don’t have to convince me that my writing is just as good as hers, I am not reaching for a pat on the back. She is simply better at conveying what I have not been able to and for me, that was a huge gift.
Because I finally feel less alone? Or maybe I feel validated in some way?
See? I’m not making it up. It really is a thing.
“Reading this, or any other thing ever written about menopause, will not help you in any way, for how you respond to menopause is not up to you, it is up to your body, and though you believe now that you can control your body (such is your strength after all that yoga) you cannot.” -Mary Ruefle
Therapy has been such a gift during the past five years. It is the only place I can talk about what is going on inside my head and not be judged. Because even the most supportive people can’t understand it unless they are going through it themselves.
I have felt like I am free-falling on most days. Like I am just making it up as I go along. There have been days where I laugh and shrug about the newest thing I am feeling and there have been days where I have been brought to my knees.
I have never in my life felt so out of control. Of myself, my abilities, my emotions, my bodily functions, my pain.
This isn’t at all about me. I wish the hell I could do something about it.
“Of course, you may be lucky: I know a woman who experienced menopause in no way whatsoever except that one day she realized it had been a couple of years since her last period, which was indeed her last.”- Mary Ruefle
I don’t have anyone close to me who is experiencing menopause as much as I am which has made me feel like it’s all in my head, like I am overdramatic, that there is something wrong with me.
There is something wrong with me. I am going through changes and my body isn’t cooperating.
I once had someone tell me that, ‘women have been going through this for years” as if I am wrong in suffering. As if I should maybe suffer in silence. As if I am not as strong as all the women before me.
It has made me look inside myself and judge myself harder than at any other point in my life.
“You hear a lot about hot flashes, but hot flashes are the least of it, totally inconsequential in every way: you get as hot as a steam iron at odd moments – so what? The media would have you believe that hot flashes are the single most significant symptom toward which you should direct your attention and businesses their products, but when I think of menopause I don’t think of hot flashes; I am not here to talk about hot flashes.” – Mary Ruefle
Recently, when Googling “songs that can relate to menopause”, this result came up:
Like fucking Nelly can at all relate to how I am feeling.
Listen, hot flashes suck. But is it all that menopause is about? Hardly by a long shot.
It’s stopping to think when your daughter’s birthday is.
It’s a deep sadness that comes out of nowhere at some of the happiest moments of your life.
It’s vertigo that hits you at the dentist while sitting up in the chair and you teeter out of the office like you’re drunk.
It’s getting braces at the age of 48 on a whim.
It’s migraines so horrible that you pray to die.
It’s wanting to ram your car into the guy who cut you off in traffic. No, not ram him. Get out of the car and punch him in the face.
It’s ending friendships because they don’t understand why you are so insanely butthurt about the smallest of things (and you can’t either) but you also can’t face it any longer, so you walk away.
It’s excusing yourself to go into the bathroom and sob.
It’s the loss of critical hormones that your body relied on for over 30 years and then one day, they are just gone. Not tapered off, gone. And you can’t get them back because the medications that replicate them give you migraines. Or blood clots. Or stroke.
It’s not being able to talk to even your closest friends and family because if they heard all of this, they would think you’re crazy.
Then you start to think you are crazy.
And the cycle begins. Again. And again.
So yes, menopause is way more than a hot flash.
“If you take the time to peruse the annals of any nineteenth-century asylum, as I have, you will discover that the ‘cause of admittance’ for all women over forty is listed as ‘change of life’.” – Mary Ruefle
For the past five years, it has felt like 20 years.
“Am I going crazy?”, I once asked my husband while sitting on the couch at three in the morning with heart palpitations while worrying I am going to die right here on our couch at three in the morning.
“Am I going crazy?“, I have asked the compassionate nurse while sitting in the emergency room being admitted for a massive panic attack.
“Am I going crazy?“, I have asked my neurologist while explaining why yet another preventative isn’t working for migraines.
“Am I going crazy?” , I have whispered to myself while laying in bed in the dark.
“You may decide to take up an insane and hopeless cause. You may decide to walk to Canada, or that it is high time you begin to collect old blue china, three thousand pieces of which will leave you bankrupt. Suddenly the solution to all problems lies in selling your grandmother’s gold watch or drinking your body weight in cider vinegar. A kind of wild forest blood runs in your veins.” – Mary Ruefle
I think we all know what my “insane and hopeless cause“ is.
Screenplay writing, “building” a John Hughes museum, writing at a dead director’s grave…
Etcetera. etcetera, etcetera.
In the past five years alone, I have written an entire screenplay based on nonsense, painted six rooms in my home, painted my front door four different colors, migrated my blog a total of three times.
I wanted to learn to play guitar after listening to last year’s HER Grammy performance.
I wanted to shave the side of my head and dye my hair purple or silver.
I wanted to get a full sleeve tattoo.
I wanted to be a home stager. When I didn’t want to be a professional organizer. When I didn’t want to go back to school and finish my bachelor’s degree.
I’d say there is definitely “wild forest blood” that’s been running in my veins.
Some call it a mid-life crisis but mine is more than likely menopause which in some ways really is a mid-life crisis.
I am more than halfway done with my life and it’s making me sad.
We should be allowed to be sad, to grieve, to mourn the loss of the ability to carry children whether you wanted more or not, the loss of what separates man and woman physically.
Do I miss my period? God, no. Do I miss my period? Sometimes, yes.
“The one thing no one will tell you is that these feelings and this behavior will last ten years. That is a decade of your life. Ask your doctor if this is true and she will deny it.” – Mary Ruefle
During the last visit to my gynecologist, I looked her dead in the eyes and said, “you aren’t doing any woman any favors by downplaying menopause“.
There needs to be a best-selling book about the reality of menopause. Not the medical part of it, not the big pharma part of it, not the psychological banter part of it, the gritty reality of it. The Mary Ruefle version.
Be honest with our daughters and granddaughters, stop making it a taboo subject, only to be discussed on a sterile table in an office while wearing a paper gown on or in hushed tones around a kitchen table with another female so that the men and children don’t hear.
Tell your stories publicly, demand more information and awareness from your doctor and if they say there isn’t anything they can do, find a new doctor.
And share Mary’s piece with every woman you know who is struggling with menopause and beyond. Hell, share this blog post with every woman you know who is struggling with menopause and beyond.
It would kill me to know that when my daughters inevitably go through this, that they should feel alone or feel like they have no one who could relate to what they are going through. Maybe they won’t have as bad an experience with menopause as their mom did.
I hope to God they don’t.
But if they do, I will offer these words:
You aren’t alone
You definitely aren’t going crazy
It’s not just in your head
You are feeling it
It’s okay to bitch and moan about it
It is so fucking hard, but you will get through it
Why can I say this?
Because I understood what you are going through. I was right there.
Oh Kari, so many things to say. I am so sorry that you have had such a rough time with this. I feel like there’s so much talk about other stages of life for women but menopause is a subject that we just don’t spend a lot of time talking about other than like you said hot flashes. There’s so much more than just that.
I am not there yet but I am so glad you wrote this and I will share it with everybody I know who might be going through it or who will.
Sending you so much love.
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I am always afraid to share posts like these because I am normally sharing funny, lighthearted stuff. So this one was very therapeutic to write but also putting myself out there a tiny bit.
Thank you for sharing this. I am so glad my friend shared Mary’s post with me.
Big hugs. 🙂
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I am on my way to being late for work, and I will write more later when I have real time, but I just wanted to say right now: Good for you for writing this AND hitting “publish.” That took guts. And I’m so sorry that you’ve been going through such an ordeal. I wish I could give you a hug through my screen.
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Thank you, friend. I know you can relate to a lot of this. Sending you a big hug too. 🙂
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I have been searching for good/ informative books and blogs and just anything and everything having to do with perimenopause and menopause and it’s so sad how much this subject is lacking. I have a few friends who said it was no big deal at all just a few hot flashes and that’s it; never a mood swing or problem (and man I really hope I am in that category!) but I have heard so little about what to really expect. I get that everyone is different and all our bodies react differently, we react differently, etc. but still if more women were open and honest about what they were going through I think it would be amazing! If we talked about menopause even 1/2 as much as we all shard our birth stories we’d have such a better knowledge of what to expect.
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Exactly. Everything you said. While I hope no one has a horrible menopause, it is very common and needs to be talked about openly. ❤️
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EVERYTHING about this. Spot on. Can’t wait to read Mary’s link that you posted. Will be sharing your post! xoxo
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Thank you, friend. 🙂
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So now that you wrote what’s in my head, what’s next? I’m in school to get my associates because I should have a degree. I want to homeschool because all my friends are doing it. I want to adopt a baby girl because I’m a cool mom and why not? I want to cry at the thought of raising another human.
Sigh….. I thought I was crazy. I’m a low iron anemic who HATES hot flashes.
But you, my dear soul mate, you I adore. I love you exponentially.
You. Are. Not. Alone. and neither am I.
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Oh soul mate, I had no idea you were going through this as well.
FRIEND, we need to get together.
You are not alone and all of those thoughts you’re having are all sane in relation to what we are going through.
So I will support you all the way.
Ps- if you want a girl, my girls will be willing to be your adoptive kids. Ella adores her Auntie Sidney.
I do too.
I love you so much. 💜
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Hey Kari,
I wrote you a real reply at lunch yesterday. Did it not come through?
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Not yet. Let me look again.
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No, it never came through.
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You have tremendous guts to lay your soul bare like this. And you have a gift for writing – about anything and everything – that makes this entry so relatable. Of course, I can’t first-hand relate to what you are going through, but I can sure sympathize.
A million and one fist pumps for what you’ve written and your kindness in sharing your story with others. You’re helping people. A negative turns into a positive.
Pretty amazing.
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Thank you so much for this. The male perspective is hugely important to this. To all the men (my husband included) who are supportive to the women going through this, they need to know how important their role is. ❤️
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First of all, menopause lasts *that* long?! I had no idea, figured it was like a one year thing.
Second, I’m sorry it is so difficult. It sounds maddening (and a lot like bipolar, so I guess my bipolar will have some bipolar in a few years). Hugs to you ❤
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That was the first thing I was shocked by when I discussed this with my doctor. She was honest with me, telling me there is pre-menopause, peri- menopause and post-menopause. It’s maddening. 😩
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It took me 7 years from start to finish. My way of making peace with the long time was that by the time the “day of menopause” (1 year since last period) occurred I was more emotionally ready for it. Do I still feel sad about not being younger? Yes. But there is a certain peace I have now. And wisdom. And wrinkles. But peace and wisdom. And quiet inside myself. No longer the wild horse rage.
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Omg thank you for this. Something to look forward to. I cannot wait for that peace to come. ❤️
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Kari- so sorry to hear that you have been dealing with this. How awful! I often wonder have I started menopause or is there more to come? It is an unknown for sure. You’re right- hot flashes is the only thing I ever hear about. Thanks so much for sharing your experiences here. You might be changing paint colors often, but you are a brave changing-paint-colors gal! Hope this gets easier for you.
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You are so sweet. I feel like it just lingers and starts and stops. So you may be in it already? I know that I started “young”.
I just painted yet another room last week.
Lord help me.
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Yes, yes, yes. I relate to what you’re saying and applaud you for saying it. I survived menopause, something that for me pretty much jumped out of nowhere unexpectedly and said, “screw you, darling. Time to be a different woman now.” In the end I’ve decided that getting through the process was lousy, but necessary. Menopause ain’t for wimps, I’ll say that. Of course you know that, right?
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AMEN. Maybe we should make tee-shirts that say, “Menopause Aint for Wimps”. I will share the profits with you. 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing your perspective. It is so good to hear from women who are on the other side of it.
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I’m so sorry you’re suffering like this and hope you’re wrapping up this BS. Women get SO SCREWED with our bodies and then how we’re treated/paid on top of it all and men are all “weeeee, I’m writing my name in the snow with my wiener!” *smack* Thank you for writing about this because I’m seriously ticked at our mom’s and grandma’s for this line…”just you wait!” “For what?” “YOU’LL SEE!” That does us a disservice and it’s something to share and prepare those we love for this time that can make you feel like you’re alone. When I talk to my cousin and she gripes about getting older (at 28…double smack), I tell her very seriously “you have 7 years until your body starts to betray you in ways you can’t imagine. Enjoy leaping out of bed without thinking about it. Enjoy not picking something up and say “that’s gonna hurt tomorrow.”” I’m as honest as can be about getting older and tell people “you swear you will never be that way…you will. Accept it and plan for it.”
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Your comments make my day, I hope you know this.
Betrayed by the women before us. That sounds like a great title for a bestselling book about menopause. Dontcha think?
And thank you for the comment about men and peeing words in snow and not getting “it”. There is a line from the show Mad About You when Jaimie (first STRONG female character for that time period) says to her husband Paul something like, “oh please, you’d have one cramp and kill yourself” about being a woman.
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Write the book! Write the book write the book write the book. WRITE THE BOOK! Kari, I don’t believe in god. I haven’t for a long time. I don’t believe in souls, afterlife, deja vu, karma, or any of that. I wish I did, but I don’t. But you know what? When you said Nibbles had a soul, I believed you. When you said that you believed in old souls and young souls, I believed it too. When you smudged your house and talked about bad juju, I believed it. You are an amazing writer with the capacity to change minds. You write with passion, and truth, and humor. You said you didn’t know what to write a book about, and then in this very post you said someone should write a book about menopause. You’ve written about it 31 times. WRITE THE BOOK! Write the book, Kari. Write the book.
Write the book so that when I go through it I can read it. And write it so that when your daughters go through it they can read it. Write the book.
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You’re making me cry. For real. I am not being dramatic.
Thank you so much for saying all of that. I know you aren’t just saying it, I know you really mean it. So thank you so fucking much from the bottom of my heart.
Now I need to get off my butt and take your advice and write the damn book already.
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Hey lady! I read this post the other day but had to return and comment because I’ve thought about it a lot. First, I’m sorry you’ve been in the thick of menopause madness. Last year I read an article on HuffPo titled “This is what no one tells women about what happens to your body in your 40s” and it was so validating and helpful as I was experiencing so much of it, but feeling crazy. I shared it with all of my college friends. And we all agreed. And also, why did we not know any of this?!? So I applaud you for writing this. It will help others! And I hope it helps you too.
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Why DIDN’T we know? Sigh. It’s not fun and it’s certainly not liberating. I do take comfort in the stories that it gets better after it’s over. ❤️
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I’m not even going to pretend to understand everything that you’re going through. I’m not in the same situation that you are. You are in the thick of it and I’m not. No two women have the same experiences. The one thing I can do is be here for you. I may not know the right things to say or the right things to do but I’m here for you, no matter what.
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You are such an amazing support to me. I’m so thankful for your friendship.
And you always know the right things to say. ❤️
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Kari, this is so beautifully written from your heart; it touched me. I’m teetering back and forth from starting menopause to being that damn girl buying the tampons. Hot flashes and moody when I’m not bleeding to death. I never knew it until I started going through it that there was such an emotional side to menopause; and by emotion, I mean anger. I found myself snapping at my sweet husband for no reason other than he was in the vicinity. It’s horrible.
I’ve not experienced as much as you, even though I’m older than you, I’m probably just late to the party. (I didn’t start my period until I was 16-so, I’m late for everything I think)
I love that you shared all the things that are racing through your head and I think it’s pretty awesome that you are acting on some wild little things such as painting rooms, and possibly starting new careers; where is the harm?
I’m happy that you have a therapist where you feel safe to vent your ‘craziness feelings’ to because we all need an outlet.
I also loved reading Mary’s piece; what a poetic writer she is as well.
Take care-
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Thank you for all of this. ❤️
The most FUN part of menopause is that you need to be without a period for a solid year to be “done”. Not having one for six months then getting one sets you back. And it begins all over again. 🙄
Side note- I love your blog. I’m new to it but I love your writing.
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Hi Kari,
I’m sorry I never got back to write my real response. It has been such a shit week. And I’m still wrecked and can’t remember everything I wrote, which wasn’t that important anyway. I’m just gonna go with what Ani said, because it’s better than anything I said anyway. Write the book.
xoxo
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Aww friend, thank you for trying so hard to comment.
I’m sorry you had a shit week.
Love you. ❤️
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