12 Jun
Karen, 55. Nobody warned me it would just... stop. Not gradually. Not with some graceful winding down. One year things were fine and then they weren't and I genuinely thought something was wrong with me, or with us, or both. My husband hasn't said anything unkind but I can feel him being careful around me and honestly that almost makes it worse. I've finally written some things down to take to my GP because every time I've sat in that chair I've somehow talked about my sleep and my mood and then left without saying the actual thing. So this time I have it on my phone. Dryness. Discomfort. The fact that I'm avoiding something I used to want. That I feel like a stranger in my own body in this particular way. I've also been trying to eat properly again, not because I think a bowl of spinach is going to fix this, but because when I'm eating well I feel slightly more like myself, slightly more present. It helps with the brain fog at least. Has anyone actually managed to say all of this to their GP without going bright red and leaving half of it out? Because that is my current challenge and the appointment is Thursday. 😩