Today I woke with a start, sat bolt upright, and cried and cried and cried.
This was not a good way to start the day and I decided that I would like to resign.
Not from my job.
From the menopause.
It was too hard, and I’d had enough.
And with that, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, in the hope that tomorrow would be a better day.
J x
(Shared from my old diaries)
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I always thought that by the time I reached my 50s, I would be sorted – confident, wise, accepting of who I was and what I looked like, and maybe even love myself a little. Instead, I have been moody, mad and miserable – or
Today I woke with a start, sat bolt upright, and cried and cried and cried. This was not a good way to start the day and I decided that I would like to resign. Not from my job. From the menopause. It was too hard,
Today I have bright eyes and a bushy tail. Being bright-eyed and bushy-tailed is far from my norm and when it occurs, I am thrilled. In celebration, I ate a small chocolate croissant – un pain au chocolat. Pains au chocolat are my favourite mainly
