Joining The Dots...

My recent menopausal ‘eureka moment’ has led me to re-assessing what has been going on in my life over the last five years. In 20011 and 2012 I went through a huge emotional storm and up until now, I have never even considered that it was part of my menopausal process. While I was aware that I was perimenopausal because I was having physical symptoms, so much else was going on at the time, I didn’t recognise that perhaps some of the inner turmoil I was experiencing was also connected to the beginning stages of my transition.

2012 was without a doubt the darkest year of my life. I regularly found myself chanting to myself ‘I want to die, I want to die, I want to die’. I didn’t really want to die, I just wanted it to stop. - ‘it’ being a relentless 18 month hammering on every level of my being that I just couldn’t see a way out of. So much happened to me that the only way I could make sense of what I was experiencing was to attribute it to some kind of spiritual crisis – I knew in my heart the only way I was going to survive was to surrender to whatever process I was going through and let Spirit carry me through. I have been walking a challenging spiritual path my whole life and right before this happened I thought I was finally ‘on the way up’. Despite 20 years of conscious healing from severe childhood abuse, 2012 was the year I finally reached my rock bottom. I knew I couldn’t trust a single soul to truly help me and so I was forced to do the only other thing left to do; I retreated deep into my relationship with the Goddess and prayed that she would deliver me to the other side. 

It all started with a major wake-up call around my 40^th birthday regarding the relationship I was in. It was like someone pulled the plug out of the bath and all I could do was stand there helplessly looking on as the water slowly drained away. Five months down the line and all I was left with was the empty bath - and I couldn’t believe what I’d been doing to myself because of my desperation to be in a relationship. A couple of months after we broke up my step mother did something that was jaw-droppingly outrageous but also very typical of her, something which highlighted the appalling way she had treated me since I was a little girl. After 20 years of ‘working on our relationship’ suddenly I could tolerate her no longer – it was like someone flicked a switch in me; I just packed my things, drove away and never went back.

A month later I had a second prolapsed disc – this time it was so bad I was hospitalised and had to have an emergency operation. I was sent home to recover even though I lived on my own and had no one to look after me. Neither my mother nor my sister offered to look after me, at my house or theirs, - my mother picked me up from the hospital, stayed the night then drove went back to Birmingham in the morning leaving me to fend for myself. My sister didn’t come and visit until I was well enough to collect her from the station so she didn’t have to drive. I was so emotionally defeated, it took me a full six months to realise what had happened and start the process of ending those relationships too.

I had no partner, no job to return to and only a handful of new friends as I had only recently moved to the area (to be with my ex). After the operation I couldn’t drive or even really sit for four weeks. I felt so fragile and sensitive, I couldn’t even deal with the radio or watching T.V. so I just stared out of the window or read books. I was sent home from hospital on a cocktail of tramadol, amitriptyline and diazepam and was not offered any helpful guidance on how to come off them. I was no longer in excruciating pain so I came off them all over the space of two or three weeks and then I hit a wall. By the time I realised what was going on it was too late to go back on them and withdraw slowly. And all that was just 2011! Entering into 2012 was like stepping off a cliff into an abyss. My life was so dark I literally couldn’t see my hand in front of my face - I really couldn’t imagine how on earth I was ever going to get out the other side of whatever was happening to me and my life.

Up until now I have put all that previous inner turmoil down to the pharmaceutical drugs and the insane circumstances that unfolded in my life. While I fully understood everything that happened in 2011 – 2012 was part of a deep spiritual process, I could also directly link my feelings to tangible events and circumstances. When those feelings recently started to come flooding back I really couldn’t understand it, especially as I am happiest I have ever been. I started to fear that perhaps I was ‘on the wrong path’ and about to suffer another spiritual battering even though I know I couldn’t ever possibly ever go back to the way it was before. It just didn’t make any sense! The only thing I could possibly attribute my emotional state to to was an adverse reaction to St John’s Wort which I was taking for my libido – so I stopped just in case it was triggering a chemical reaction in me like the pharmaceuticals from before.

Now I have started to join the dots, I can see that it is extremely significant that I had my first night sweats and first rosacea outbreak around the time my relationship started to break down and that it is clearly no coincidence that the beginning of the biggest emotional and spiritual crisis I ever had coincided exactly with the beginning of my menopause. As I become increasingly conscious of the connection between the menopause and my spiritual journey, it makes perfect sense that I would be experiencing another ‘big wave’ because I am still perimenopausal!

After the intensity of the first stage lost its grip, I was slowly released back into the world and a semi-normal life. Since then I have been feeling like I have been living in a surreal, weird kind of limbo – it’s felt like my old life has definitively ended but my new life has not yet properly begun. At times this has bothered me as I am usually a dynamic ‘go getter’ kind of person, but one of the (hardest) lessons I learned during my Shamanic Death was that I need to learn to accept ‘not knowingness’. So I have been consciously choosing to ‘go with the flow’ and to trust one day it would all make sense... 

And now it finally does! I can see that the first big wave enabled me to break me free of the past, to let go of the people and emotional patterns I was still hopelessly attached to despite years of ‘working on myself’. It turns out the purpose of all that work was to prepare me for the enormous battle that was one day going to take place within my psyche – it never really fixed the problem, but it did give me all the inner tools I needed to face the menopausal 'trial of fire' and to live to tell the tale. 

Perhaps this second wave is about opening up to expand my understanding and to finally prepare me to transition into the future I never imagined was possible…    

Goddess Blessings ♥