Today I woke with a question, and my question was this.
When did it all begin?
It occurred to me that I cannot tell you when my menopause started, not because it’s a secret but because I don’t know.
And I can’t remember.
There’s a lot I can’t remember these days.
I had expected it to be a defined moment, like it is with a period – in as much as you didn’t have it and then you did and that was your moment. But the menopause doesn’t work like that as mostly it’s a gradual thing, a process thing.
An annoying thing.
I found it sad to not have a start date and decided I would like one.
So I picked the month of May.
10th May 2014.
My Official Menopause Day.
J x
(Shared from my old diaries)
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