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 MMM, as I like to call it. It transpired that instead of growing into a loving, balanced and self-assured woman, I became menopausal and had done so in a secret kind of way – for my eyes only.
As things got tougher (and as I got hotter), I began to share what I was going through. To my surprise, this seemed to pave the way for other women – and even the occasional man – to share, too. I was reminded of how important and reassuring it is to know that we are not alone in how we think and feel and that somewhere out there another human being is experiencing the same – not only in menopause but also in life.
It occurred to me that a great way to help with this and possibly do some good in the world would be through blogging – through being open, being honest, being me. And whilst I have many things to talk about, I settled on the Menopause with a capital ‘M’, not only because I have a lot to say on the matter but also because it is one of those subjects that remains a bit under wraps. And I want to help unwrap it.
In the spirit of doing so, I decided that I would share my diary from recent menopausal years – there would be current entries too. And my dream is for it to reach far and wide, adding a touch of lightness and brightness to the subject as well as helping women know that they are not alone in the madness of the menopause or the mayhem of their lives.
With that, I felt a wave of excitement I had not felt in a long time.
Or possibly just a hot flush.
J x
***
I would love you to follow me:
