Worry is such a pointless occupation, we all know that. And yet sometimes when hormone levels start to fluctuate some of us are beset by anxiety that seems to come from nowhere.
Anxiety caused me untold angst during my own perimenopause. It didn't matter how much my head reassured me that all was well, something nagged away inside my brain, telling me it was a lie. I walked around with a vague feeling of dread which sat in the pit of my stomach like a heavy stone.
I would wake up in the morning and was immediately assailed by a horrible sense of impending doom. To try to counter it, I would lie in bed and think about each of my four children. "He's doing x with y and is going to go to z," I would think, "so I know he's ok." "I'm seeing her at lunch, so I can check she's ok..." It was endless.
To be fair, our family were dealing with some serious difficulties at the time. Weirdly, I seemed to be able to cope with the big, obvious stuff. It was the little things that drove me crazy!
At one point, I was so worried about an issue I was literally trying not to sleep, as if my staying awake and "keeping watch" would keep tragedy at bay! It's absurd, looking back, and a little embarrassing, because how egotistical is it to assume that one has that much power? And it's no wonder that I often have trouble with insomnia...
On the podcast on Thursday this week, Anxiety and Depression Recovery Specialist and Contributor to The Midlife Movement Membership, Vanessa Wallace, talks to me about worrying and what we can do about it.
Listen here from Thursday, or search "The Midlife Movement" in your favourite podcast app.
A final thought on worry:
“When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.”
– Winston Churchill