Dear Perimenopause Self,
YOU ARE NOT CRAZY! YOU ARE NOT CRAZY!
You’re going to repeat this every damn day. You’re not allowed to second guess yourself anymore when you’re having a symptom-free day.
You haven’t suddenly become a hypochondriac. You’re not lazy and need to lie down without good reason. Chores weren’t done because you physically could not muster the strength to do them!
The last few days were rough and now that you feel good it’s hard to remember exactly what the fuck happened that kept you down.
You’re a down to Earth, smart bitch so this is what you’re going to start doing…you’re going to keep a health journal for when these bizarre flare-ups happen. And it’s going to be there in black and white.
All the ailments that launched a surprise attack and bulldozed you into being just ill enough that it’s in your way of getting things done. Sometimes for a few hours or for an entire fucking full day. And then POOF! Where the fuck did they go???
If this was a legit military strategy it would be called “Documentation Counter Defense Warfare.” Because THIS IS A TOTAL MIND FUCK! And you’re not going to let it invade your sound coherence!
You’re not going to doubt yourself. Your sanity is not changing. This isn’t something that you can “push through.” You tried that and it just made everything worse!
In a weird way, this health journal might serve as a souvenir…a badge of honor for how much shit you endured!
Almost like The Diary of Anne Frank it’ll be a record of the silent atrocities faced during wartime. The secret life that no one sees in a hideaway. The hope to one day be free!!!
Actually, there seems to be a lot of parallels here…we’re robbed of a quality of life that we once knew, war doesn’t have a due date to end, and it’s tense AF!
Alright…go buy a journal, get us some fun pens and no more putting any energy toward questioning your mental capacity…
XOXO!
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