Menopause Mood Swings
Tales of a Homemaker in Menopause – Post 4
Menopause Mood Swings
Apparently, I’ve become unpredictable
At least that’s what my husband claims in a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might set off another “episode.”
One day I’m humming bhajans while folding clothes
The next day, I’m weeping because the coriander leaves wilted too soon
By evening, I’m laughing so hard at a random meme that my son records me for his friends.
And somewhere in between, I shout, “Why is this house so noisy?!”
Welcome to Menopause: The Family Drama Edition
House on High Alert- Menopause Mood Swings
The family has learned to read my moods like weather forecasts
My son peeks into the kitchen before asking, “Is it a good time to talk, Amma?”
My husband tiptoes around, offering unsolicited cups of tea
Last week, when I scolded everyone for leaving wet towels on the bed, my husband muttered, “Hormones, definitely hormones.”
Excuse me? I’ve been shouting about towels since 1998 don’t blame menopause for old habits!
But in my quieter moments, I admit it something is changing
It’s not just the hormones. It’s the realization that I’ve been managing everyone’s moods for years and forgot my own
The Homemaker’s Self-Check Recipe for Menopause Mood Swings
Here’s what I’ve started doing instead of fuming (most days!):
Step 1: Sip first, speak later. A warm cup of tulsi-ginger tea before any family confrontation
Step 2: Ten deep breaths — because it’s hard to yell and breathe deeply at the same time
Step 3: Journal your explosion points. You’ll be surprised how funny they look on paper
Step 4: Mini retreat to balcony. Five minutes alone watching the sky — no phone, no people, no guilt
And if none of that works — a piece of dark chocolate is my peace treaty with life
The Spiritual Shift for the Menopause Mood Swings
Menopause has made me realise something no spiritual book ever did:
Peace is not found in silence rather it’s found after the shouting
When I calm down, there’s a strange tenderness that follows like the quiet after rain
My family is learning to adjust, yes, but so am I
They see my madness. I see my becoming
Maybe it’s not that I’ve gone mad
Maybe I’ve just stopped pretending that everything’s fine all the time
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Reflection for Today’s Woman on the Menopause Mood Swings
“Let them think you’ve gone mad — maybe you’ve just gone real
When you stop bottling up your truth, peace stops running away.”
hope most of you resonate with what i mean
until next time. keep smiling
much love … stay happy … stay blessed … always
SMITHA
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