Menopause And Anxiety: The Night Terrors Pt. II

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Night time anxiety was such a common symptom among those of us going through menopause. Let me describe a couple more variations on this distressing theme: Instant Replays and Night of the Undones.

Instant Replays were a hard-to-swallow flavor of the night terrors for us menopausal goddesses. Here’s how it went: Like a curmudgeonly version of the movie “Groundhog Day”, you are forced to relive over and over some insignificant event. The repetition could drive you stark, raving mad. Ordinary moments play over and over in your brain like visual earworms. You re-view the dinner where you had an extra glass of wine and told an overlong albeit amusing story about your cats. You see yourself over and over again saying something stupid to your neighbor. A little episode of mutual crankiness at the dinner table plays ad nauseum. Even a mundane phone conversation with your mother is stuck on repeat.

Yet unlike that uplifting movie where Bill Murray learns the meaning of life and love, you just keep viewing the same loop with no resolution in sight. And in the morning you know it will strike you as inconsequential and meaningless, even silly, but right now in the dark of night, it won’t leave you alone. It drones on like a mosquito, bent on sucking the rest right out of you.

Then there is the dreaded “Night of the Undones”, a B-grade subplot of the horror movie that is menopause. The Undones. Those things you forgot to do, should have done, or worry that you might need to do – like thought zombies that parade through your night, jostling you, keeping you awake with silent incessant nagging. Did I pay last month’s phone bill? I can’t remember seeing it. I forgot to call the plumber or clean the catbox. I should have bought computer paper. When did I last check the oil in the car? What am I going to do with all those Christmas cards I bought, now that it is mid-January? Did I buy laundry soap? Did I clean the lint catcher in the dryer? Did I set the Tivo to record Desperate Housewives?
The litany goes on. And on.
If I got up and wrote these little reminders down, I’d be up for a while. Usually, I would stay in bed trying to focus enough to commit them to memory, in case they might be important. However, this took long enough that, I’d be up anyway. If I tried to ignore the Undone zombies, they just kept lurching into my consciousness and you guessed it, I’d be up.

Undones from the Future came to plague me as well. If they visited me over my morning coffee, I would consider them fodder for a walloping big to-do list. But of course, I was too exhausted from the previous night’s visitations in the morning, to have a single productive thought in my head. Like their counterparts from “Night of the Living Dead”, my middle-of-the -night, synaptic zombies would shuffle, lurch, and drag inexorably on through my sleep-deprived brain.

LURCH Order more diet cat food from the vet.
DRAG Check the chemicals in the hot tub.
SHUFFLE Look for the little dual voltage travel water-heating thing so we can take it traveling.
LURCH Remind Dewitt to find and put up the motion sensor light outside.
DRAG Trim dead bird-of-paradise blooms in front garden.
And so on. Forget about using one of those little light pens that you can use to write down your list in the middle of the night, guaranteed to keep from waking your spouse and to allow you to fall right back to sleep, safe in the knowledge that you have corralled and organized the zombies.

Suffice it to say that I’d fumble around in the dark, knocking all other implements from my bedside table to the floor, searching for this small item that if I weren’t so irritated would help me so much. But then, I’d be frustrated and heading toward pissed off, so once again I was AWAKE. and up for a while. The only thing that seems to help dissipate the nighttime anxiety WAS anger.

The one thing that truly made it all bearable was knowing that I was not the only one. Even though I didn’t see my sister goddesses on the Fretliner (see previous blog post), I knew they were there – in some other car, riding along with me, sharing my sweats and terrors. The movie was so much easier to handle knowing what to expect and experiencing it together. And that it was normal. And temporary.

So hang in there, dear sisters. I swear to you it gets better.
(material partially adapted from Lynette’s ebook Becoming A Menopause Goddess, available also in softcover as The Big M)

 

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6 Responses to Menopause And Anxiety: The Night Terrors Pt. II

  1. Linda McHugh September 24, 2012 at 6:25 pm #

    What a horrible way to live ones life. This is why I will never go off HRT.

  2. Heidi October 1, 2012 at 9:49 am #

    Just beginning this phase of life. Good article and information. I already have had anxiety all my life. I hope it doesn’t get much worse.
    Thanks for sharing.

  3. Alice November 20, 2012 at 12:19 pm #

    What a relief to find others have shared Groundhog day, mine is in addition to a physical body that gets so rachetted in tension it hurts. Migraines then kick in and extreme sensitivity to noise. The terror dreams also have a sensation of trying to push through something with my head. I wake, try and calm myself and then go back to same place.

    Some of this I am used to, I am working through? trying to recover from Complex PTSD.
    I have learnt some tools for dealing with that from doing some reading on overcoming trauma I can supply my two favourite authors on this, if it is ok to do so?
    One is special advocate of Somatherapy and equates trauma recovery to the stillness a Gazelle uses in the wild to avoid danger and then remaining still until the ‘reaction shakes’ finish. Then the Gazelle can be seen skipping off as if the terror never happened . I am not quite gazelle like yet but I am learning how to use my breathing to release the anxiety shock and fear and switch off over stimulated adrenaline arousal.

    But the Groundhog nights make it tough as I can’t get my head into the state to do the exercises and then if I do the other flip side you mentioned ‘whirling, constant circling thought’s keeps me stuck to doing and doing the exercises!

    I can only remember my body getting this wound up that I would snap anyones head off when I had PMT in my mid twenties, the remedy then was diuretic tablets?
    Ah finally some kind of bleed ..what joy I never thought I would be saying that:-) and the tension starts to release and I can start to read this blog which has been on my to do list for some time but head wasn’t functioning enough to cope with it. I can write a bit now, but my usual ease with spelling is still AWOL..so I hope you can guess the new variants.
    I look forward to reading through more of the blog. Thanks again.
    Alice UK

  4. Josie August 5, 2017 at 11:12 am #

    Wow…I am having a serious bout of the Groundhog day stuff, all day it happens, over the most ridiculous thing…yes, phone calls where I am convinced I forgot to say something very important…I replay the call, what I think I should have said over and over…repeat the stupid phone call over and over…I can’t call the person back for certain reasons so on it goes…it happens over and over and yes, each time I tell myself..”Remember last time this happened, nothing was wrong, everything is fine…” Andt the terrors do not stop…night terrors are the worst…mostly happen between 4 and 6 am…replay and undones or what if’s have taken hold of my life…any advice out there? Any tools, coping mechanisms you can suggest? I can’t even do yoga without the replays happening…it is absurd!!!

  5. LynetteSh August 6, 2017 at 6:38 pm #

    Hi Josie, Well, besides tincture of time, the best remedy we found was our goddess group – just talking about anxiety and night terrors seemed to take the intensity down a notch. I remember that I began giving myself my own reality checks – I’d wake up frantic and then ask myself “what are the odds that this actually is happening/going to happen.” Then I’d ask “if the worst happens, then what?” Usually, the worst could be dealt with – I made a plan and went back to sleep. Sheesh. And it gets better. But it will take a year, maybe two (worst case.) And you can set up your own goddess group – for hints on how to put “Creating a Menopause Goddess Group” in the search box on the blog. Super easy and the best remedy we found. Good luck and keep us posted!

  6. Josie August 7, 2017 at 4:57 pm #

    Thanks, Lynette! I am learning to talk myself out of alot…!!! Some days are better than others…for sure. Yes, I do the worst case scenario bit as well, but when the replay is out of control there is no stopping it! LOL!

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