My Neck, My Back, My Panic Attack: Who's With Me, Ladies?

First off, let’s all agree—menopause isn’t just a stage; it’s a full-blown circus, and I’m the clown juggling hot flashes, mood swings, and now, panic attacks. Seriously, someone forgot to refill my body’s blinker fluid, because every day there’s a new quirk, twitch, or ache. But panic attacks? Oh, those are a special kind of “fun,” and let me tell you, I’m absolutely terrible at them.

Picture this: Florida, May 2024. Cue my best Golden Girls impression. I’m visiting a dear friend, having a blast, sipping mocktails, soaking up the sunshine. Life is good. Then out of nowhere—BAM—panic attack. We’re not talking mild discomfort. We’re talking full send toddler meltdown: screaming my friend’s name, hyperventilating, ugly crying, begging for a hug like it’s my last lifeline. Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t charge me a therapy fee. But bless her heart, she stayed calm while I spiraled into a human disaster zone.

Now, flying home after that? Don’t even get me started. Imagine being on a cross-country flight, mid-menopausal downturn, without meds, and absolutely no clue what’s happening inside your body. It’s like your brain is yelling, “Panic!” while your hormones are flipping tables. Every deep breath feels like you’re trying to inhale peace through a coffee straw. Spoiler: it’s not working. I do NOT recommend this experience.

The Silver Lining

Here’s the thing—sometimes the universe serves up a meltdown as a wake-up call. And boy, did I hear it loud and clear. Once I finally stumbled back home, I took my friend’s advice and sought help. Enter: HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy).

Now, let’s get real—HRT is not a magic wand. It’s not going to sprinkle fairy dust and turn you back into your pre-menopausal self overnight. Honestly, who even was that person? I don’t remember her. All I know is that somewhere along the way, my energy packed its bags and ghosted me.

But here’s the beauty of this journey: HRT gave me a fighting chance. It’s helping me reclaim my sanity, one day at a time. Sure, I’m still figuring things out, but I’m finally starting to feel like myself again—or maybe even someone better. Someone stronger, more self-aware, and definitely not afraid to ask for help when the going gets tough.

So, ladies, if you’re feeling like your body’s out of whack, your mind’s on a rollercoaster, or you’re stuck breathing into a paper bag (metaphorically or literally), know this—you’re not alone. Take the signs seriously. Get the help you need. And remember, it’s okay to fall apart. Just make sure you also give yourself permission to rise again.

Because if menopause is going to throw punches, we might as well come out swinging. 💪✨

By: Raquel Riggle