“You’re Not Crazy, You’re Super Menopausal 3″

Originated with It’s Been A Year

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, and when we had to make the decision to push the book out 3 months, I knew it was the right decision.

Even though it was a hard decision.

I felt too awful to feel like a failure.

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

Not this time.

But 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 link up to the prayer room in Kansas City and broadcast it on the TV.

And soak. In Him.

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?

I didn’t sleep well the night before my drive up.

But by the time I took off, feeling rather zombie-ish, I determined to worship my way to 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.

I had to be one for visiting with friends and one of my “girls” from youth church.

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!

I sat there and 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 realized, “I don’t know what my body needs.”

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!”

And he did.

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

And 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.

We got in the car to run to Publix and Susie suggested brainstorming my upcoming novella.

Sure, why not?

I focused, trying to talk out the story but wondering if this shaking would ever stop.

As we drove and talk, I noticed I was slowly calming down.

And right there, the tremors and quakes stopped.

And did not return again.

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.

And we can raise God’s promises to Him in faith.

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.

And, I slept good all week!

I had a few touchy moments.

One lunch I wanted to just burst into tears.

So I went up to my room, called my hubby, cried and he prayed.

The waves of just feeling “overwhelmed” would get me on occasion.

But over all, Deep Thinkers was a success, a gift from God.

And I started to realize I could walk through this.

On the drive home, I went back to my formula.

Worshipped. Prayed. Listen to the men of God I respected.

I literally sang Galatians 5:22 for fifteen 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 I cried and cried.

God spoke to me.

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

 

More to come… 

 

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