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hormones for what exactly?

It is very strange.

I am very trashed.

And it is not normal for me.

or something that I aspire to be.

I am a pin cushion.

what IS this crap?… Read the rest

filled to the gills with something strange

Where are the women in my life and on this page?… Read the rest

telling me something

I feel sad.
It is giving me information.
Or just passing me by.
Something inside my soul wants to cry.
So, I will wrap my heart up nice and warm and snuggle in.… Read the rest

something important

A friend of a friend posted a photo of her dog in happier times.
It made me think about life and death.

About how some creatures and some people are precious.

What would life be without those people?… Read the rest

unbecoming

A world of pain, and I am not sure that sharing how I feel is going to do anything to help ameliorate this.… Read the rest

in absence

I would do anything to climb into a hug today.

Time has become some kind of hard edge.

All these years are buried beneath the surface of my mood.

I just want to be close.

The gaslighting has no explanation.… Read the rest

how far from reality could I climb?

The basic fact is that I am not welcome there. . .

So, I live in a world that I fear I will never really know if it is make believe or no. . . … Read the rest

logical assumption

‘Oh well’???

If the particular flavour of terror that my mind opens up to most mornings these days is anything to go by, I have made another stupid mistake. (It could just be hormones).

If I could get angry I would say that the reasoning behind this possible mistake was a very clear and undeniable indication that I simply would not be welcome there.… Read the rest

isolated any which way

Splats.

There is something sobering about a situation where it simultaneously feels like I have made a terrible mistake and ‘it is all in my head’.

So it feels like the world is about to fall apart, it is my fault and yet at the same time I am completely foolish, and unable to share my fears with another living soul.… Read the rest

so so

I can tell that tomorrow is going to be a difficult day.

I have already hit a wall.

The tightrope of perimenopause eating does not leave a lot of room for error.

Although to be fair, one beer and two different glasses of red wine with a bowl of meaty pasta (it was a special), was probably pretty far from the mark!… Read the rest