I’m 51 years old, but I feel 15. Actually, I feel worse than 15.
This wash of emotions is bewildering. I’ve never been like this before. I’ve always been so measured, so even-keeled … always perfectly in control of my emotions. Even when I was 15 years old! No outbursts, no meltdowns.
But now… I’m unpredictable.
Irrational, bizarre.
I can only blame it on crazy mixed-up perimenopausal hormones.
Last night I charged into the kitchen and started making dinner. And I could feel a flicker of agitation growing inside me. For what? Why?
Because I’m a crazy perimenopausal woman!
And I turned on burners and chopped up chicken, and felt the agitation gathering, swelling, and I started babbling to the dogs. “Oh my god, this is crazy!” I screeched to them. “What’s wrong with me? I’m crazy! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!”