So, I am struggling.
I am being bombarded by hormonal torture....flung about on an emotional roller coaster, screamingly down, whipped around the corner and then up, up into the air, then down, down, down...UGH!
My husband thinks (here I'm guessing, but am probably correct) that someone has kidnapped his formerly cheerful wife and replaced her with a Hormonal Hag... This periomenopause, menopause thing is awful!
My struggle is to overcome this and to continue to maintain an attitude of cheerfulness. Shoot, who needs the pressure of "if mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy." I am wishing that others would pitch in and help me out. Someone help. Please.
The relief comes from knowing that part of happiness is to "feel what you feel even if it's not what you want to feel." So, I have to accept this ride I'm taking, hormonal bursts of hell, but goodness gracious, I do not want to drown in this black sea of moodiness.
So, I scrape myself up off of the ground, vent occasionally and verbosely to a good friend, mutter under my breath all sorts of yuckiness and then give myself a good shake and get silly!
Get silly, get silly, ya, ya, ya.
I have discovered that when you get silly, you can get happy or at the very least happier than you were!
So, I burst out in operatic song, do a little dance, shake my bootie and just generally act up...it's great therapy and I highly recommend it.
So, dear husband and sweet daughter, I hope you find it in your heart's to forgive the Hormonal Hag her agonies and go on loving and putting up with me while I try to navigate this ocean of uncertainty. I do love you both immensely and completely and maybe we can all work together to keep our home a "happy one."
It is a circle you know the attitude, adjust it, adjust it, adjust it...round and round we go. Each time we circumvent the circle the more we are able to decide that just for the next moment and the next, and the next, we will choose...to smile and to be....yes, you got it, happy.
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