Today I concluded that what I find hardest about my menopausal mood is that it likes to sway.
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
One minute I am happy, and the next I am sad.
The next I am loving, and then I am mad.
I have never experienced such a sway, and it makes me feel off balance.
And a little drunk.
I’m reminded of Newton’s cradle ─ five silver balls hanging in a row. Lift a ball at one end, let it go and watch the ball at the other end fly up. And then the reverse. Backwards and forwards… backwards and forwards ─ until they gradually settle back to a quiet state of calm.
At which point you would start the process again.
That is exactly how I feel.
Sway, sway, sway, sway
I’m a human Newton’s cradle
With an endless human sway.
J x
(Shared from my old diaries)
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