To call myself a witch
Would be an insult to witches
As hormonal fluxes
Are having their way
With me:
Vivid, disturbing dreams;
Sudden, histrionic outbursts;
Mean, evil glares;
I hate myself as I am!
Where is that calm,
That peace,
That I worked so long
To achieve?
Menopause!
God help my little world!
Hoo, BOY. And then you've got hot flashes (I call them 'personal global warming events' LOL). I can so identify with this poem, Rebecca. Yes. Well done! (Love the opening two lines. LOL)
It will pass, natural herbs can help you! Go to a natural foods store and talk to the pharmacist there...You will be surprised to find a wide range of products that will help your moods...
hey...don't be sad....it;s also a phase of life...be cakm & have peace...enjoy this phase by doing something different which you have not done so far...
Wonderfully heartfelt poem.
This has a great tone to it, very engaging.
Perhaps try to see the witty side of it all and forgive yourself, you are in such very good company! (Say, are evil glares fun?)
Blessings,
Christine
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
Kimberly has gone from a well-paid female executive one minute to a desperate woman the next. Thinking her day can't possibly get any worse, she finds out how wrong she is when she goes home. The only way to set things straight is to get even.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber V
This has a great tone to it, very engaging.
Perhaps try to see the witty side of it all and forgive yourself, you are in such very good company! (Say, are evil glares fun?)
Blessings,
Christine