I tossed, turned, kicked off the covers. Sweat drenched my nightshirt. My heart was racing like I’d just run a marathon.
By morning, I was exhausted - but still had to push through work, deadlines, and family life.
That night, my husband asked me a simple question about dinner plans.
And I snapped.
The second the words left my mouth, I saw the hurt in his eyes. And the guilt hit me like a wave.
“What’s wrong with me? Why am I like this?”
It wasn’t who I was. But it was who menopause was turning me into.