Crack

HRT is like crack cocaine for menopause. I have no idea how my contemporaries who don't take it manage to get out of bed or achieve anything. A day without a patch has zero forward motion or optimism. I’m hooked, and the prospect of an oestrogenless future is fearful. It’s masking, making life doable enough and addictive enough that life without it might feel like falling off a cliff. I’m gratefully in love with my captor.