Menopause met Christmas and it wasn’t pretty.
I had no one to entertain, no hoards of visitors to feed, and no long list of presents to purchase, but it really got to me this year. Ridiculous really. I became teary, depressive, and almost agoraphobic. Gone are the days where I used to look forward to Christmas for the parties. The thought of having to purchase a new outfit fills me with dread. Thank heavens I didn’t have to! Don’t get me wrong, I love the season of Yuletide. The solstice and the bringing the outside in.