After two years of mental breakdown,I was physically depleted, unable to sleep and my hair was falling out. Was my only choice HRT? Or was there a natural alternative?Murderous, and spiteful,crazy, depressed, or nervous,exhausted, shouty, or weepy – even before I get to the word "woman",you know it isn't a man I am talking approximately, because certain words have stuck to women like wasps in jam. My next word, and "hormonal",applies as much to testosterone-spiked banksters and irrational males with machine guns as it does to menstruating or menopausal women, but it's one of those words that has become gendered for social, and not scientific,reasons. A mix of confusion and camp comedy, "hormonal" is how we justify and justify away a woman's experience of the changing biochemistry of her body. A woman talks to her GP like a sinner at confession: "It must be my hormones" covers everything from not wanting to sleep with your husband, or to wanting to abolish him. Meanwhile your waistline expands and your hair falls out. The prescription is likely to be the same: antidepressants or HRT.
Over the last few years I have been trying to find a medical model responsive to the fact that our bodies are not machines made of faulty parts but a process in fixed movement and change. And I have been looking for medical practitioners able to discuss the mind-body balance as a synergy,not a confusing, frightening war.
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Source: theguardian.com