End of the rope
Insurmountable mount Everest and pigs can fly. That's how overwhelming my journey feels to me. I have gone from being the life of the party, good humoured, kind person, to someone even my kids (I should say especially my kids) don't want to be around. Hell, I don't even want to be around me.
Around 39 years of age my life took a subtle, dramatic change that will bring me to my knees in the course of the following three years. The thoughts, the feelings, the images, the apathy, the emotional pain, the risk, the drama and the... it just goes on and on and on.
I went to therapy for 2 years (after that I couldn't afford it) it took my therapist one year of weekly visits to convince me I was not crazy. Almost four years later I am about to turn 43 in about a month, I've been up and down so many times that its hard to even imagine there is a way out of this emotional life sucking hell! I have been to therapy, I have taken Paxil, Wellbutrin and the drugs of my well intentioned super busy doctors are just not cutting it. I still feel like total s@#! By reading and talking and searching it looks like my hormonal imbalance is out to get me... so far its winning.
From the progesterone deficiency symptoms list, you might as well put my name on it. Today, after reading a book, that led me to this website. I feel hopeful. I am going to try the suggested progesterone cream and see what happens.