You’re Not Crazy, You’re Super Menopausal Part 3

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134091073(Written in 2015. Read Part One Here. Read Part Two Here.)

Well, I turned in How To Catch A Prince unfinished, with the last hundred pages rough draft.

My publisher and editor offered peace and understanding, but in the end when we had to push the book out 3 months. I’d never done that before or since but it was the right decision.

I felt too horrible to care about being a “deadline failure.” At least I’d tried.

Turning in a book, even the mess I’d created, usually comes with some relief.

Not this time. I tried to let it go, rest, heal. My friend Joan came over for prayer nights.

The melancholy came in waves. I’d miss friends and family I’d not seen or talked to in years.

But I refrained from calling most of them because I didn’t trust my emotions.

I prayed. A lot.

I’d tune into the prayer room in Kansas City and broadcast it on the TV. I’d soak in Jesus.

At the end of the month I had to go to Destin, FL for the My Book Therapy Deep Thinkers Retreat. It’s an advance writing intensive that would require all of my creative energy.

The attendees paid good money for my help. Usually I’m afforded my own room at this retreat but this year I had to share.

Granted it was with my good buddy, Susan May Warren, and we’ve shared before, but this time it seemed ominous.

Would I keep her awake all night? What would I do if I couldn’t sleep?

The night before my drive up, I didn’t sleep well. Feeling rather zombie-ish, I determined to worship my way to overnight stopping point, Tallahassee, where I’d spend the night with my older brother.

I prayed, listened to worship and teachings that lead me to truth. But oh, I was so tired.

And an old friend from Publix days invited me to dinner. We’d not seen each other in 25 years and yeah, I’m a basket case.

Her home and family were lovely. But during dinner, I started to shake. Blimey!

So I confessed the whole thing to her and her husband. Did I care or feel embarrassed. NOPE. I just had to talk about it.

Plus, I could tell I wasn’t myself.

My friend was kind and sympathetic.

Offered a sleep aid but I didn’t want to take anything. I’d tried melatonin and Tylenol PM… Black Cohosh and St. John’s Wart… and at times I think they made the shaking worse.

I’d not yet been to see the doctor (only got her call) and I didn’t know what my body needed.” So I wasn’t going to add anything.

I didn’t sleep a wink at my brother’s. I trembled and shook, heart racing all night. Pee’d a gazillion times.

I finally got up and packed to head west. As I said Goodbye to my brother, I told him, “I’m super menopausal. Pray for me.”

He was hesitant. “I don’t pray well out loud.”

“Pray for me!” I grabbed his hand and slapping it on my head. Ha! He prayed. (Don’t mess with a menopausal woman!)

In the pouring rain I drove down I-10 feeling like poo on the shoe, praying and crying out to the Lord.

By the time I hit Destin, the sun was shining in a glorious blue sky. I pulled up to the beach house, grateful, feeling like, “I can manage this.”

But I was really, really tired. In the back of my mind, I thought, “If this doesn’t change, I’m going to go to the hospital.”

I couldn’t imagine being in a house of twenty-one women and not sleeping.

The staff arrived early and we ran out to spend some time together in pedicure chairs.

As my feet were being scraped and massaged, I started to shake.

Noooo…

Man, I was discouraged! I told the girls my situation, but didn’t want to belabor it and bring down the party.

I’m not sure it was possible to communicate how crappy I felt.

When we got in the car for a Publix run, Susie suggested brainstorming my upcoming novella. I had to start writing it the moment I returned home.

I focused, trying to talk out the story but was so distracted by the shaking and trembling. Then I noticed the tremors slowing down.

In the short miles between the nail salon and Publix, the tremors and quakes stopped. They did not return again the rest of the week.

Healed! Oh, glorious Lord, thank you!!

The first realized answered prayer on this menopause journey.

I asked the pharmacist at Publix what she might recommend for sleep.

Unisom.

So I bought a box.

I really needed to sleep.

We went home.

I took half a Unisom, unsure how I’d respond to it, and curled up.

Please, Lord, let me sleep.

Did you know the Bible promises us sleep? In Proverbs 3 and Psalm 4.

As I drifted off, I could hear the attendees arriving. I felt bad I wasn’t downstairs to greet them. But if I was going to be any good to them through the week, I had to sleep.

I slept ten hours that night. Oh, glory to God! GLORY TO GOD! I felt half way myself.

I continued to sleep well all week with only a few touchy moments. During one lunch break, I wanted to just burst into tears so I went up to my room, called my hubby and cried as he prayed.

Waves of just feeling “overwhelmed” got me on occasion. But over all, Deep Thinkers was a success, a gift from God.

Then I started to realize I really could walk through this. On the drive home, I went back to my formula of worshipping and praying, listening to teaching from men of God I respected.

I literally sang Galatians 5:22 for twenty minutes…

“I’ve got the love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, self control.”

Until I felt my spirit begin to change.

When I came home, a friend from church left a card for me with this verse,

Luke 12:32New King James Version (NKJV)

“Do not fear, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.”

I cried, cried and cried. I was at peace.

We went to a worship explosion that night and cried and cried. God spoke to me.

And I knew I would endure this… leaning on my beloved.

 

Continue reading Part 4… 

 

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  1. Thank you for sharing Rachel, the physical part of this was horrific & the mental anguish not completely understanding what was happening to you had to be excruciating. But our Lord was with you through it all. I’m so proud of your faith & commitment to the Lord & you fighting through all of this.

    It frightens me though to know you were driving in that condition. I love you Rachel.

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      The most frustrating thing was KNOWING what was happening but not being mad at my body, at the process. And just walking through it not know when it would ease up. YET getting better every day. 🙂

      Yes, God is good, seeing us through “darkness.” He is the light!

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