Hold That Pause
Hold That Pause

Menopause: The Promised Land

Looking through a doorway and out onto an open field.I don’t know about you, but I’ve been transfixed the past week over the military coup d’état which took place in Egypt. I was equally impressed during 2009 and 2010, when the Iranian election results were protested by millions in the streets of Tehran. But there was something about what took place in Egypt these past two weeks which transcended anything I’ve ever seen politically (and that includes the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989)

I found it equally fascinating that the overthrow of the Egyptian president, Mohammed Morsi, occurred the day before our country’s “birthday” as it were, and the time when we celebrate our own freedom from an unwanted oppressive government and political tyranny.

But, as much as I love history and politics, this is not a political blog. So, as I pondered these events and the post I knew I needed to write this week, I tried to figure out a way to somehow tie these events, which, at their core, represent a longing for personal freedom and liberty, to the freedom of menopause.

It seems like a hokey stretch to tell you the truth. And maybe trying to equate the transition of a woman from perimenopause into menopause with a profound historical and political event which will undoubtedly change the course of world history, is not just an unequal comparison, but also a little bit absurd as well.

So I apologize. 

Yet, it is true that menopause, while not rising to the level of changing the course of world history, and does not represent an existential longing for political freedom and liberty, does feel in some ways – it darn sure did for me – like the ultimate coup d’état over the oppressive regime of perimenopause.

How’s that for a metaphor?

It is the 4th of July in the revolutionary war of your hormones. It is the calm quiet sea after a turbulent squall in the ocean of estrogen and progesterone; and it is the Rose of Sharon in the desert of perimenopause symptoms.

It’s that long, relaxing breath that you’ve been waiting to exhale.  It’s the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s the long, free slide down the other side of the roller coaster hill; and it’s a tall, cool drink of water, after a grueling marathon.

Okay, so a little cheesy in light of the current political events this week, I know. But, when you’re going through the hell of perimenopause, it does feel a little bit like your own biblical saga. Wandering through the metaphorical deserts of Egypt for what feels like forty years, looking for the Promised Land of menopause.

In all sincerity, I hope all of my faithful readers had a wonderful 4th of July with their families. For all of my new readers who are joining us on Facebook, Twitter, and here at Healthline, thanks for the “Likes” and Tweets, and joining the conversation! 

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Magnolia Miller is a certified healthcare consumer advocate in women's health and a women's freelance health writer and blogger at The Perimenopause Blog.

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Magnolia is dedicated to empowering women to take responsibility for their own health.