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Rate your depression

Who are you and what makes you think so. I have my health, and I have my personal ball washer here at the nursing home, so I don't think I am depressed at all.

Do you have a personal ball washer? I think not.
 
I am perimenopausal. I am hormonal. I do not have depression. Sometimes it has me, then the mood changes and I escape depression into rage or crying at the beautiful cloud passing by my window.
 
eloisel said:
I am perimenopausal. I am hormonal. I do not have depression. Sometimes it has me, then the mood changes and I escape depression into rage or crying at the beautiful cloud passing by my window.
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I'm thinking perimenopause is even more intense than puberty. It was actually pretty cool to experience vicariously.
 
jack said:
I'm thinking perimenopause is even more intense than puberty. It was actually pretty cool to experience vicariously.
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The mood swings are intense. One minute your just fine, life is good, no problems. Then a cloud drifts past the window and your crying because it is such a beautiful cloud. Then a paper clip is stuck to another paper clip and that pisses you off so much that you want to stick that crappy paper clip in the eye of the person that made such a defective piece of crap. Then an old song comes on the radio that reminds you of a summer spent skinny dipping with your 30 bestest friends ever and you are smiling at what wonderful times those were. Then somebody says something to you, breaking you out of that wonderful memory, and you want to beat them to a bloody pulp for messing up your day. Then another cloud floats by the window and it looks like a blueberry muffin and you realize you need a snack and a cup of coffee. But there isn't a blueberry muffin to be found so you have to settle for a fried apple pie that has been in the machine since it was installed 18 years before but there are enough preservatives in it to keep it fresh for another 18 so if it is good enough for the pie it is good enough for you cause god knows you need to be preserved in this state of disrepair, which is not depression but circular thinking because what you really want is a chocolate muffin but you've already had a bucket of chocolate and you can feel your thighs expanding so you know you really need to improve your diet and a blueberry muffin isn't fried like that pie and it has some fruit in it like that pie so it is all good, right? Then someone sends you an email that contains a picture of a hunky guy in wings and you are distracted for hours trying to remember what you would do with a guy like that. Then, you are just fine but confused at why people are looking at you like you've lost your mind.

Then there are the hot flashes. I'm thinking of renting a warehouse and filling it with walk-in freezers with piped in music, posters on the walls of beaches/sunsets/palm trees, and a lounge chair in each freezer. Perimenopausal women can rent out the freezer, pick their music, and sit or stand in their cold spot for as long as they need to actually cool down. There will be a snack bar - apricots and chocolate mostly.

There should be a country for perimenopausal women. A place where we can go and be in our little world for awhile, hunky guys doing our bidding, plenty of chocolate, cool breezes, and things to do that are not important to do immediately but are still worthy of our attention when we get around to it.
 
I've been depressed on and off most of my life, with the occasional swing into manic lala-land. Meds help, but don't cure. My therapist thinks it'll help for me to get more in touch with my anger, so I'm working on that.
 
I am postmenoposal due to surgery in my 40s. I still have hot flashes, that come and go without rhyme or reason. I have had these hot flashes as my daily companions since I was nonmenoposal and perimenoposal. Hot flashes make me very angry. I hate being hot and sweaty from the shoulders up while everyone else is shivering with cold and bundled up in sweaters or jackets complaining about why the heat is NOT past 90. My bestest friend is a fan on my desk at work that is on and continuously and blowing in my face. I also carry a fan in on my person at all times whenever I am away from my desk. I have two types: battery operated and paper fan. I do not own a coat.

I have to wear a weekly estrogen patch. It hasn't helped with the hot flashes, I still must indure them daily. My house has a fan in every room so when the hot flash hits, I can stand in front of the fan and attempt to cool down. Sometimes I think that having hot flashes is a dangerous precursor to spontaneous combustion! Thar she blows!!

Depression? Being a woman is reason enough. I cry at the drop of a Hallmark card, sappy commercials on t.v. or the endings of movies I've seen a million times, know what's coming, but cry anyway. All the time questioning myself, why am I crying? This is stupid, it's not even a good movie, nor well acted.

Do I take medication for depression? No. I just pull out my DVDs of "Pride and Prejudice" and take myself on a Calgon "take me away" emotional rollercoaster. Or, as an alternative, I play Gregorian chants. Yeah, piousness, that'll fix me up real good.

Womankind has always self medicated with chemicals, or chocolate, or with other diversionary tactics, otherwise, we would most likely become deadly assassins. And you thought that this would all end someday. Well, think again the next time you go visit granny for the holidays. She's not as sweet and kind as you thought.
 
eloisel said:
The mood swings are intense. One minute your just fine, life is good, no problems. Then a cloud drifts past the window and your crying because it is such a beautiful cloud. Then a paper clip is stuck to another paper clip and that pisses you off so much that you want to stick that crappy paper clip in the eye of the person that made such a defective piece of crap. Then an old song comes on the radio that reminds you of a summer spent skinny dipping with your 30 bestest friends ever and you are smiling at what wonderful times those were. Then somebody says something to you, breaking you out of that wonderful memory, and you want to beat them to a bloody pulp for messing up your day. Then another cloud floats by the window and it looks like a blueberry muffin and you realize you need a snack and a cup of coffee. But there isn't a blueberry muffin to be found so you have to settle for a fried apple pie that has been in the machine since it was installed 18 years before but there are enough preservatives in it to keep it fresh for another 18 so if it is good enough for the pie it is good enough for you cause god knows you need to be preserved in this state of disrepair, which is not depression but circular thinking because what you really want is a chocolate muffin but you've already had a bucket of chocolate and you can feel your thighs expanding so you know you really need to improve your diet and a blueberry muffin isn't fried like that pie and it has some fruit in it like that pie so it is all good, right? Then someone sends you an email that contains a picture of a hunky guy in wings and you are distracted for hours trying to remember what you would do with a guy like that. Then, you are just fine but confused at why people are looking at you like you've lost your mind.

Then there are the hot flashes. I'm thinking of renting a warehouse and filling it with walk-in freezers with piped in music, posters on the walls of beaches/sunsets/palm trees, and a lounge chair in each freezer. Perimenopausal women can rent out the freezer, pick their music, and sit or stand in their cold spot for as long as they need to actually cool down. There will be a snack bar - apricots and chocolate mostly.

There should be a country for perimenopausal women. A place where we can go and be in our little world for awhile, hunky guys doing our bidding, plenty of chocolate, cool breezes, and things to do that are not important to do immediately but are still worthy of our attention when we get around to it.
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Hang in there, E. It only gets better. Take lots of vitamines.
 
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