Why Am I So Enraged at People Whose Names I Can’t Even Remember?
Menopause has really messed with my brain
I started going through menopause around age 50. Now at 54, I’ve been on this journey for a few years. Initially, I thought I was one of the lucky ones, skating scot-free past the worst of the menopause symptoms. I hardly had any hot flashes.
But within the last year, I developed other issues related to menopause: low libido, difficulty achieving orgasm, and belly fat contributing to prediabetes.
And then I started to get seriously depressed.
My depression has included a tendency to mull over negative experiences from the past. I hash and rehash these events. As I do this, the ire in me builds. But the weird thing is, so many of the specifics I can’t even remember.
For example, I can’t stop thinking about a fellow student who was so snotty to me while I was in graduate school. I went back to get a Master’s degree at age 42. However, being in a program with 22, 23, and 24-year-olds wasn’t easy. I was just in a different phase of life.
I can hardly remember exactly what this particular student said that was so offensive, just how I felt any time I talked to him.
