It's the most frustrating and most days, defeating thing I think I've ever had to contend with, really. Not knowing how to manage your own body or health for me is unnerving, but to know succumbing to anxiety medication and now sleep meds (of which I cannot afford) and still not to feel better is a serious issue for so many women. The fact that so many turn to dangerous hormone treatments, or antidepressants because they either can't bear another day of being miserable and sick, or because their doctors have convinced they "this'll take care of it all" to discover it really only helps (and for some, doesn't help at all) for a short time.
I find the random remedies to actually be more confusing that helpful; how are we to know what works for us, when each individuals hormonal makeup is so exclusive to each female? So we try and try, spend money we don't have, to still end up exhausted, sleep deprived, depressed, hyper moody, and so many others...
I woke this AM as I always do, after having been woken numerous times with flashes (is at the point now where when I do sleep I sleep so lightly it would take an elephant tranquilizer to get me through more than five hours uninterrupted), and thought, "this ***** so bad, feeling so lousy day after day after day. But, I get dressed, lace up my shoes and hit the pavement - I know I'm stronger for having done so, I know at least I am in control of this part of my life, but now, sitting here writing, the waves of exhaustion hit me and I feel like all I want to do is cry, cry, cry.
So we soldier on, praying that one day we wake up, feel pretty decent, don't want to kill someone or shot ourselves in the face, realize the flashes and fatigue have subsided and we rejoice that's its finally all over.
I just hope I get that day before I suffer a heart attack from all the constant cortisol surging through my blood stream 24/7!