My time spent from behind the desk working for a reproductive endocrinology specialist allowed me to become very familiar with menopause and it's symptoms. How would I of all people not know what was happening? It just seemed like everything that could happen was happening. What specifically you are wondering? The a/c on my car breaking , my favorite black shirt lost, the murder of Noah Newman's fiancee Courtney on their wedding day. These are not events that should cause a major flood of emotions. Oh,by the way, Noah and Courtney are not friends or family members of mine. They are characters from my favorite soap opera Young & Restless. To me, the most minor happenings of everyday life seemed huge and overwhelming. Some women demonstrate a more angry and aggressive behavior during this time but I however began to feel cowardly and defeated. It's highly possible that those around me could have a totally different spin on things. Maybe I haven't acted as passively as I think. I found myself also unable to make simple decisions without asking someone's opinion. When I say simple, I mean as in what do I want to eat, where should I go, what time should I leave. Making a simple decision or answering a yes or no question suddenly became a difficult task followed by not feeling confident or content with my response.
I was struggling at best so I allowed my doctor to prescribe Welbutrin. It came highly recommended by several friends so I began taking as directed and excitedly awaited for my "normal" self to return. After taking the meds for about a week or two I was anything but normal so I discontinued them. Don't worry, I knew to decrease dosage gradually rather than stopping abruptly. I can't even find the words to describe what I was feeling but c-r-a-z-y comes pretty close. My faith has always been the foundation of my stability and for the first time I can recall my fears were greater than my faith and that scared me. My 'half-full glass attitude' turned into a 'half-empty glass that fell off the table and shattered in tiny pieces attitude". I was able to overcome and find myself again by controlling what lingered around in my mind. If it promoted fear and worry, it had to leave. That's right...so long...goodbye...no room for you here. I replaced the discouraging thoughts with favorite scriptures, positive quotes and music, replayed in my mind past trials and the victories that followed. They always do you know.
It takes effort but it works and then you get your groove back and remember all the good things in life like marshmallows. That's right....marshmallows. Flame-charred on a stick, chocolate-covered, the glue holding rice crispies together, or my favorite which is big heaping spoon-fulls right out of a jar, marshmallows are great no matter how you like them. They are just versatile like that. No matter what you subject them to they still hold their favor. I like to combine my love of marshmallow cream, Hershey's chocolate, and vanilla wafers into what I think is the perfect sweet snack. My personal assistants didn't get it at first and were like "you want to eat what?", but after trying "my" version of an indoor s'more, they're hooked. Here's how it goes. You'll need vanilla wafers, marshmallow cream, and chocolate bars. Staples no Christ-centered home should ever lack. Especially if any moody females dwell within the walls. Take the marshmallow cream and spoon some onto the flat side of a vanilla wafer, top with a piece of chocolate and enjoy. You can add another wafer and eat as a sandwich cookie if you desire. I prefer mine open-faced as I feel another wafer disturbs my cookie to marshmallow cream to chocolate ratio.
