What was I like before perimenopause?
A survivor of alcoholic/abusive parents, I became a strong, independent woman who was always positive, even while facing adversity. My first husband could not handle the responsibility of an unplanned pregnancy – my first child I raised by myself for the first eight years. Swearing that “hell will freeze over before I remarry”, it snowed on September 12th, 1993, the evening of my second wedding. Close enough to “freezing over” for me – what do you think?
Emotionally I was highly sensitive but kept it under control as life in general and the business world finds no value in emotions (sensitivities). Art, reading, gardening, studying something new and exercising released my pent up emotions and frustrations. Laughter was a major ingredient for my 20+ years of success; keeping my true (emotional) self separate from my (unemotional) work-self.
I am a 24 year Admin Assistant veteran; working in the fields of Law, Computers, Construction, Consumer Goods Manufacturing and Agriculture. I have supported staff settings consisting of 10 to 250 peoples, from janitors to CFO’s, within Accounting to Manufacturing departments, in predominately male environments. Few times I had the honor of reporting to female execs (my personal preference as they don’t fear delegating responsibility as men do). I even hold a Business Admin w/Information Systems degree which has been of no value towards advancing my career. Oh well, it was a pleasurable learning experience still.
I have made many mistakes in my life, only to learn from them and move forward. I have made some bad decisions in my life too, but my good ones overshadow those moments. *S* My best decision was moving my learning disabled daughter from one state’s school system, that failed to teach after three years of attendance; then threatening me if I should “make waves”. Moving to another state where four weeks into a country school, and with the aid of 11 children ranging between the ages of 5-13, my daughter read to me, wrote her entire name, quoted the ABC’s and counted to twenty – all for the very first time. She is a high school graduate with aspirations for vet technician and masseuse.
I never procrastinated, or slack from my duties as a co-worker, friend, daughter, wife or mother (not in order of importance). I have always been optimistic even when the evidence proves otherwise – I am a survivor, remember? I am a take charge kind of person, whether to lead or as part of a team, doesn’t matter to me – let’s just get it done. I never wasted time looking for blame, instead focused on a solution.
Today…
Since 2001, I have struggled with keeping my emotions at bay. Since 2004 I cried minimally twice a month on my job. At least monthly I “told off” minimally one managerial or engineer prima donna - whether a co-worker or a client. Sadly, I was never reprimanded because everyone agreed with me so “let-by-gones-be-by-gones”. My behavior was just wrong and so not like me. I retired from corporate America in 2004, to start my secretarial business in 2005 only to have it fold in 2006. I made $300 that first year out!
Looking back, over the past 8 years my high sensitivities dominated me more and more; uncontrollably. In 2006 I was diagnosed with adrenal fatigue and thyroid disease – a precursor to perimenopause (?). In 2007 did my perimenopause escalate to a major psychotic episode that lasted weeks, only to include the following symptoms too:
• Severe depression w/ suicidal thoughts
• Acute fatigue, where even rising from bed I was dizzy to the point of nausea.
• Insomnia that lasted for weeks
• Severe PMS symptoms which I never experienced until my mid-to-late thirties
• Crawling ants, who wore sharpen cleats, over my eczema (dry) riddled skin
• an irrational anger that perpetrated white hot rages that (to me) threatened my safety as well as my family
• crying jags that would last for days, without letting up
• headaches that would never leave even with 800 mgs of ibuprophen – 3 x’s daily.
• severe joint and muscle aches without reason
• mental foggy, absence mindedness, whatever its called, was so severe that I could never return to work as an Admin Asst. I could not even remember how to spell my daughter’s name, Samantha.
I never knew perimenopause can be so debilitating.
I am owned by fear, mostly of people. I hole up in my home to avoid interactions, mostly conflicts, with people. I can note slight edginess in people’s voices, hyper aware of body language and feel I am imposing upon anyone’s time even if it’s their job to perform the service I seek. I even dread talking to my doctor’s medical assistant because she has never been an engaging, polite individual. I am so overwhelmed by this feeling that I jeopardize my menopausal treatment (not renewing medications or having pap/breast exams) to avoid any interaction with her. Furthermore, I can even see ear-marks of my developing some kind of social paranoia with all this avoidance and fear.
I have lost many friends and family members due to mostly their lack of understanding and verbal attack on my being ill (thyroid and adrenal illnesses) and especially being unemployed.
Even after two years on HRT (Tri-nessa birth control) and Estradol (.5 mg), and Armour thyroid medication (60 mg), I still cry at the drop of a hat however, act as if this is “normal”, continuing conversations without skipping a beat. I still experience irrational irritability, though the “rage” is now a low level manageable anger. Ants still walk across my skin but the cleats pegs are dull but still irritating. The fatigue is tolerable and most times I can “overcome” the affects to get my chores done. The depression reminds me of a constant gray cloud hanging overhead, and then during my PMS week it escalates into full blown clinical type depression.
I don’t laugh like I use to. I don’t enjoy working on my web page or writing book reviews any more. Heck! I don’t like reading anymore either, then compounded by the fact I can’t remember what I read two hours ago. I force myself to garden so I can get some sunshine, fresh air and exercise – but the joy it use to give me is gone.
Even my children, and step children, irritate me for no reason really. They are young and entitled to error as I have, in order to learn and improve their lives. Still they drive me nuts. So I stay away from them so I don’t destroy what we have.
My youngest daughter, Sam, two little Toy Fox Terriers and ex-Deputy Sherriff husband are the only survivors of my perimenopause. Their patience with me has no limits. Wish I could say the same about me…although infrequently, they do mildly irritate me. When that happens I crawl back into bed and stay there until it passes. Hubby pampers, while the daughter and dogs love me when I am grumbly.
However, this is just not enough.
I want my old self back because I have a lot to do in my older years. When I turned 40 (I am 46), I vowed that the next forty years were MINE – doing things MY way and not everyone else’s. It was a time for some fun, freedom and all about me. The roller coaster of perimenopause never was part of that plan but growing older gracefully was. I let my hair turn gray, started plans for a nut farm, and organized my craft room to make way for landscape design, stained glass, crafting, painting, sewing, quilting, etc. Since 2006 I have slowly lost interest in all my plans and goals – the energy and stimulus is not there any more. It’s just too tiring to maintain the energy necessary to complete one task, much less many more.
The herbals, multivitamins, medications just don’t make me feel “normal” even though they lessen the severity of the symptoms. This reality depresses me further. It takes a lot of energy, mental and physical to “override” what symptoms still linger after the meds.
So let me whine for just one more second… I have worked hard ALL my life… when do I get a break?
Thanks for hearing [reading] me… I hope by posting this I will gain some freedom of this critical phase in my life. That I will continue to rise above it all… to survive.

I have read most of the posts here and feel deeply your struggles, unhappiness, and frustrations. Along with your need to persevere, overcome, rise above it all, though more importantly SURVIVE.
(((((HUGS)))))