Menopause Called: She Took My Sleep and My Sanity

Misti Graham
Mar 30
3 min read

Hello, Brain Foggers!

Welcome to another installment of "Brain Fog Blog," the only place where losing your mind is just the beginning of a chaotic adventure. Today, we're talking about everyone's favorite uninvited party guest—menopause! Specifically, how she burglarized our sleep and sanity without even leaving a thank you note.

Is Sleep on Strike?

Once upon a time, sleep was our loyal, dependable friend. She was always there, no matter the circumstances. Thunderstorms, early flights, or questionable lifestyle choices couldn't keep her away. Now? Our beloved sleep has left the chat faster than teenagers exiting a group photo with mom.

Picture this: one night you’re out like a light, dreaming of sugar plums—or perhaps those cute shoes you saw on sale. The next, you're wide-eyed at 4:00 AM, counting the blades on your ceiling fan. It's not you, darling. It's your hormones, or as I like to call them, Mother Nature’s cruel joke.

The Curse of the 3 AM Calamity

Along with our sleep, our sanity decided to take a detour. Welcome to the 3 AM club, where your brain plays menopausal karaoke. One minute you’re pondering the existence of aliens, and the next, you’re questioning questionable fashion choices from 2009. Oh, the joy of wondering if you locked the door or if your bladder’s random alerts have turned riskier than Russian roulette.

When Sanity Takes a Sabbatical

In this loopy phase, not only does sleep evade us, but sanity calls in for a "personal" day, leaving us with a rollercoaster of bizarre behaviors. Ever walked around with your phone while frantically looking for it? Ah, the classic move in the sleep deprivation dance.

We load empty dishwashers, start unexplained conversations, and make impulsive choices like remodeling the kitchen at 4:00 AM, as if HGTV is secretly filming us. It's not all bad—we now have enough absurd anecdotes to write a comedy special.

Overcaffeinated and Underrested

Our lovely world, filled with those well-rested unicorns, offer us “brilliant” solutions. Have you tried relaxing? Or herbal tea? Wow, revolutionary. If only Linda had been around sooner with her sage advice, we’d be curing menopause everywhere.

Oh, and going to bed earlier? Adorable! Darling, even if you started counting sheep by 4:00 PM, this body is committed to waking you up for that second shift at the Insomnia Factory.

United We Stand, Together We Don't Sleep

But here’s the twist: it’s not all doom and gloom in the land of hormone hijinks. We might as well laugh at the chaos, because relying on humor is the only way to cope with our third personality of the week. At the very least, we can point and say, “Oh look, there goes sleep, waving at us with a to-go cup of sanity.”

So let's band together, share the hilarity, and remind each other that while sleep evades us, our camaraderie doesn’t.

Hang in There, Menopause Warriors!

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Remember, lovely Brain Foggers, while menopause has us counting sheep and questioning reality, at least we’re doing it together, with humor leading the way.

Until next time, march on with your mismatched shoes and unstoppable wit.

Love & Laughter,

Misti, Your Navigator of Nonsense

P.S. If you’re reading this at 2:00 AM, high five, my nocturnal buddy. You officially belong to the "We Lost Sleep, Not Humor" support group.