perimenopause

Right now, I’m terrified of my own body.  I don’t know when it’s going to hurt, when I’m going to boil inside my own skin, or freeze. My mood swings with savage intensity the likes of which I haven’t felt since adolescence. My body is part of me, yet I feel like it’s fighting me.  In a way, my body has always fought me. I grew up with balance problems, making climbing over rocks, hillsides, or even jungle gyms terrifying. Directions, obvious to most people, are often enigmatic to me, seeing as I lack anything like a sense of direction.  … Read more