Depression, menopause or grief?
grief and manopause
I am having some rough days as of late. I feel some sort of absolute need to get off the medication (Prozac) as if My time is up for grief. As I was taking one of the daily pills. A co worker asked what is that for? Being embarrassed Needing such a pill I tried to evade the question. If only I could lie, or evade the truth. If only I would say this is for my colesterol (sp) or something...
But noooooooo, My response was I don't know... this is a none of your F'ing business pills. I said that because another co-worker one that is as communicative as a rock was there. I did not want to reveal that I had a weakness. That grief for both my father and husband had brought me to need a Pill to get through the day.
Now had it been just person # 1 and Myself, I would have said this is my crazy pill...want one? and we would have joked about it.
This hurt her feelings and for 2 days I got that constipated look people give you when they are pissed at you. You know that grimace/smile as you pass each other.
Finally I could stand it no more, We talked she told me that it was a really bad time for me to lash out at her. I explained again it was only because _______ was there and I was embarrassed.
She told me that she had a blood test and that she IS going through menopause and that she finds herself getting teary at the drop of a hat.
Wow! a light bulb went off in my head! Could it be not just grief that I was experiencing but menopause as well? What a really crappy double wammi that is.
But at least it explains the sensitivity overload that I feel as of late. I feel a huge depression and it is not the same as the beginning of grief. So it does make me wonder...What is the difference between menopause, grief and depression? They all can go hand and hand. And that over whelming feeling What is wrong with Me! can be explained.
Hey just saying, it is hard to tell the difference. The highs and lows of emotions makes you feel bipolar, but it is not so it is just grief making a dip the ebb and flow that I thought was done. Perhaps it never is...