QUOTE (Webalina @ May 14 2009, 10:52 PM)

I hear all the time about people who hold up under awful circumstances and, as people say "is like a rock. Never says a word". Why can't I be like that?! I can't seem to go a half-hour without complaining to someone about how my body aches or how I slept so poorly or how bad my palps have been or how bad my most recent panic attack was. Why can't I just be all Taoist and "go with the flow"? I want to accept this "change of life" as a normal part of my transition from middle age to geezerhood. I can't seem to. Anybody else like this? What did you do to fix it?
Gee, I don't have a clue. Why can't you stop complaining?LOL!
Could it be because you are stressed out to the max, your hormones are messed up, your adrenals are shot, your thyroid likes working when it feels like it, endless nights of no sleep, hot flashes, panic attacks, cold flashes, losing your hair and etc. & etc.? When these things start hitting and don't stop, it makes us feel "crazy."
I can't imagine why you don't just shut up and smile. LOL!Ok...look on the bright side:
In thirty years from now, these hard times will give us something to talk about!I think that one day we will all be more accepting of meno symptoms, but when they start hitting and don't stop, they are a bit overwhelming. By talking about them, we seek reassurance that we are not going to die. This is a normal thing to do. However, when you start to realize that people are not picking up your calls or avoiding you, you learn to shut up and just bear it. Don't you wish one of the older ladies that have lived through menopause would just put their arms around you and let you know that it is going to be OK? Perhaps their meno experience was so horrible that they have mind blocked it? ...or just too painful to have to think about it. This is the case with me and migraines. I can barely talk about them; they were so horribilis et terribillis!
I am so thankful for this board. Since we don't know each other in our personal lives, it is easy to be truthful with each other.
Don't you find that in some bizarre way that you have a closer bond with the powersurge ladies than your closest friends?I remember having one of my first migraine headaches; I truly thought that I was going to die. It was that bad.
Then something even worse happened. I realized that I was not going to die, and I was going to live and have to endure the pain.
LOL! This must be the case with menopause.Here is a
HUG,
Shebee