When everything seems so wrong, your life isn't falling apart. God is rebuilding it to make you stronger and wiser. ~ Unknown
I've learned that sometimes you have to fall apart in order to put yourself back together. Case in point, on Monday I completely fell apart while at therapy. One minute I was good, the next there were tears. And raw emotions. This kind of thing tends to happen when I choose to ignore my feelings and emotions. And I usually choose to ignore my feelings and emotions when they are bad ones. I mean, who actually wants to deal with feeling sad or vulnerable or angry?
And ignoring my real (and bad) feelings and emotions is exactly what I have been doing. I have been using humor when discussing perimenopause. The saying goes "you gotta laugh until it's time to cry." Monday I needed to cry. Because when I started talking about how I really felt, the real raw emotions came up.
Truth be told, having perimenopause makes me feel old. Instead of feeling 27, I feel 47. I feel like there is another large con on the pro/con list of me. Deep down I truly do not want kids, but I also don't want the choice taken away from me.
I gave myself the rest of Monday to feel bad for myself, but come Tuesday I knew I needed to change my attitude. In the big scheme of things, it's just perimenopause. It could be so much worse. I sat down and thought about the many many ways that I am blessed. I'm healthy, I have amazing family and friends. I love my job and co-workers. Life is pretty freaking good.
And while I'm not thrilled to experience hot flashes and mood swings again, I'll deal with them head on.
Until Next Time,
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I've learned that sometimes you have to fall apart in order to put yourself back together. Case in point, on Monday I completely fell apart while at therapy. One minute I was good, the next there were tears. And raw emotions. This kind of thing tends to happen when I choose to ignore my feelings and emotions. And I usually choose to ignore my feelings and emotions when they are bad ones. I mean, who actually wants to deal with feeling sad or vulnerable or angry?
And ignoring my real (and bad) feelings and emotions is exactly what I have been doing. I have been using humor when discussing perimenopause. The saying goes "you gotta laugh until it's time to cry." Monday I needed to cry. Because when I started talking about how I really felt, the real raw emotions came up.
Truth be told, having perimenopause makes me feel old. Instead of feeling 27, I feel 47. I feel like there is another large con on the pro/con list of me. Deep down I truly do not want kids, but I also don't want the choice taken away from me.
I gave myself the rest of Monday to feel bad for myself, but come Tuesday I knew I needed to change my attitude. In the big scheme of things, it's just perimenopause. It could be so much worse. I sat down and thought about the many many ways that I am blessed. I'm healthy, I have amazing family and friends. I love my job and co-workers. Life is pretty freaking good.
And while I'm not thrilled to experience hot flashes and mood swings again, I'll deal with them head on.
Found here
Until Next Time,
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