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Perimenopause Can Suck It #5: It’s All The Rage

Perimenopause Can Suck It #5: It’s All The Rage

Perimenopause rage – hormonal anger –  can SUCK IT!

Can I get an AMEN?

Mrs. Tucker is a sunny gal, y’all. 

Easy to get along with.  Full of happiness and optimism.  Silly². 

Except when she ain’t. 


All above are part of my perimenopausal journey.

My guess is much of what I write is also a part of yours.

Perimenopausal rages are the bitchiest of bitches. 

Perimenopausal rage is mostly short-lived, but know she will cut you. 

Can I get an AMEN?!

* Disclaimer: All information in this series is based on my personal experience and is not intended to take the place of your doctor’s advice.

Perimenopause Can SUCK IT #5

Hormonal anger (rage!) takes you by surprise.

I just recovered from one of the absolute worst days I’ve had so far with the beast of biblical proportions known as perimenopause. 

The mythical hormonal rage I have heard whispered about, yet had never experienced, dropped by for a smack down.

During visitation hours, all I wanted to do was beat the holy hell out of something/someone and then sleep it off, like a bad hangover. 

Oh, and cry.  I wanted to cry.  A lot.

I had questions:

Why does perimenopause make me feel so stinkin’ angry?

In one word: hormones swings.

Those wonderful magical hormones that started in our youth, that got us to and through puberty, those hormones.

I see you giving a Clint Eastwood squint – and rightly so; they are daring you to make their day.

Why you gotta turn on us, hormones?!

Cliffs Notes: it’s not you; it’s them.

What exactly is going on when this perimenopausal rage happens?

For those of you who haven’t experienced this perimenopause oldie but goodie, using the word “rage” isn’t hyperbole; it truly doesn’t adequately express the transformation to your body and psyche. 

I know the following is politically incorrect and a tad shocking, but it’s hammer-to-the-nail truth: I wanted to break bones. Bust teeth. Kick in doors. Dare someone to

No one was more surprised than me (except maybe Garry).


Me – the optimist and annoyingly happy/silly/laughy gurl.

What follows in maybe a little exaggerated. Maybe.

Garry finds me seething over, well, nothing much.

G: Should I be scared? Should I hide? Should I RUN?!

OMT: ~silent eye-twitch~

Y’all know I’m kidding. Kinda.

The only proactive thing left to do was research the hell out of what was happening to me – and you.


Turns out that perimenopausal rage is a documented thing. 

It’s common. It’s normal. It’s utterly disturbing and exhausting, but totally a thing.

YAY!  Aren’t we lucky?!

Little thangs become BIG THANGS . Yep.  I have that

Hormonal dips and imbalances are likely the culprit. 

When you’re on a hormonal high, life is great.

When your hormones are exiting, stage right…

One minute the blue bird’s song is endearing, the next it’s so grating you’re looking for your shotgun.

Those little thangs definitely become big thangs.

Anxiety x100

Yeah, got that too. 

You know the mommy-disaster-visions you are used to having? Get ready for that part of your brain to explode to scenarios that are Hollywood blockbuster worthy.

During perimenopause it’s the same, but waaay more twisted and D-R-A-M-A-T-I-C!

We’ve all had the child crashed in a ditch images when said child is late getting home.

This is your brain on perimenopause:

Child is late getting home by 10 minutes = they are dying in a ditch, bleeding out, all alone. The ditch is a living burning inferno and their souls are in danger of crisping around the edges and it’s all because you SUCKED as a mother. They’re screaming silent screams that only you can hear. They are BEGGING for you to come find them – SAVE THEM. All you can think about is every way you denied them. One more popsicle! That’s all they wanted. Would that have been so bad?! 

Yeah.  Like that. 

Everything is illogical, pressing and expanded. Everything is hot, dire and life altering.

It’s hard to breath. It’s hard to think. It’s hard to not look like a raving lunatic.

Over and over. 

Again, raging hormones.

Turns out if you suffer/suffered from bad PMS, the likelihood of you having postmenopausal rage is high.

Salt meet wound.

Women get the short end of the hormone stick, to be sure.

The twist to this is I didn’t have terrible PMS. I kinda sailed through my monthly cycles.


Hang on, my babies.

Did you experience postpartum depression? 

Postpartum depression sucks in itself; it’s a horrible affliction.

Turns out that women who suffered with postpartum may have brains that are more sensitive to hormonal imbalances and therefore will get the double-whammy in perimenopause

If you suffered from postpartum depression it doesn’t mean that perimenopause will be hell, but on the plus side if it is: you lived through that horrible post-baby depression and you will live through this. 

Just give loved ones a heads up. RUUUUNNN!!!

text graphic about perimenpause: you aren't going crazy. You will get through it. This is normal

Two issues that also contribute to the rage are: perimenopause weight gain  and trying like hell to lose the extra pounds.

It’s awful.

For years you’ve eaten the same diet. You know your limits. You know what will make you gain and what you can get away with.

A glass of champagne and some cake? Yes, please!

Overnight all of that familiar understanding with your body disappears.

You eat an apple and BAMMO! you’re five pounds heavier.

Luckily, I’ve written anther post that tackles each issue.

It focuses on how to lose weight (that you may gain) during perimenopause.

To Recap: You enter perimenopause. You start raging like an out of control wildfire and then on top of it all, you loss start packing on the unexpected pounds, eating basically the same foods, because your metabolism drops.

Seems so cruel, doesn’t it?

Basically, the hormones that have made me (and you) such a happy gal my whole life are now waning, or are disproportionate to the other hormones running roughshod throughout my veins.

It’s the beauty and the curse of womanhood.

All of this led me to the next question:

Is there a perimenopause treatment that works?

There are lots of solutions available to ease this transition:

  1. exercise
  2. good health habits (no smoking, less sugar and caffeine)
  3. drugs, creams
  4. bio-identicals
  5. alternative meds
  6. plain old nutrition.

You’d do well to research the options you’re comfortable with, and even discuss with your doctor.

Be advised though: most docs are in the dark when it comes to treatment alternatives for perimenopause. It’s getting better as Boomers age, but lawsy it’s astonishing how little is known.

My experience was that their first line of action was hormone treatment, which I was having no part of.

This is not a judgement for those who want hormone replacement. Nope. No judgement.

It’s a very personal choice how you tackle this new frontier in your life.

Personally, I’ve advised Husband to hang on, baby!  OMT is going native. 

No drugs, no creams, no antidepressants. 

Just plain old digging in and moving through. 

Maybe, with a knife between my teeth and a hand grenade on my belt, but plain old gutting it out. 

God-willing, I’ll make it to the other side and one day laugh about it. 

Remember that time I wanted to BEAT ALL THE THINGS TO DEATH?!  Oh, hahahahahaha!

Such hyperbole. Right?


Important Note on any perimenopause treatment you find or want to try:

You are the boss of you, which means you get to decide how perimenopause looks for you.

Each of us must educate ourselves and make decisions that are in our best interests. 

While I have researched the dog out of perimenopause and have decided to ride out the storm sans drugs doesn’t mean that’s the right decision for you, nor should we judge each other for our decisions. 


Let us band together, as the fierce women we are, and get to the other side of this bitch with our sanity and good humor…no matter what path we take.

Speaking of Husband, or more to the point husbands, I read a shocking stat about women older than 50 (just about the age perimenopause rages) and divorce: A half-century ago, only 2.8 percent of Americans older than 50 were divorced. By 2000, 11.8 percent were. In 2011, according to the Census Bureau’s American Community Survey, 15.4 percent were divorced and another 2.1 percent were separated. Some 13.5 percent were widowed.


Perimenopause Can Suck It #5: It's All The Rage

It made me think about my awful no good day from Husband’s perspective, because perimenopause rage towards husbands is a real thang.

I’m lucky; I married up.

Garry takes whatever comes our way in stride.

Even when his beloved turns into a squinty-eyed, pursed-lipped, hot mess of her former self.

The person he was having dinner with that one particular rage-y night certainly wasn’t the gal he had married. 

Poor man. 

The upshot to this is we talk about it openly.  There are no egg shells to be afraid of here.

Him: Having a bad day?

Me: YEAH, WHAT’S IT TO YA?! WANNA GO?!  ~head fake~  DO YA?!

Both of us: Holy crap!

Me, the next day: ♫ sorry…love you!  smooch smooch kissy kiss ♫

I try like hell not to let the skewed emotions get the best of me and most days I succeed. 

For the moments I don’t, when I fail to tame the perimenopause rage beast, we simply move on, knowing tomorrow will be better. 

So far, so good. 

Thank God.

Husband is understanding and accepting that this is life right now. We’ll get through it like everything else that has come down the road.

Yet, the stats made me wonder if the divorce rate is higher in the 50-year-old and above category because people shy away from talking about the hard stuff. 

I’m not saying there weren’t other problems in those marriages, or that we don’t live in a different time where divorces are easier, but if folks talked openly about how hard some days would be and no one took the extreme crankiness personally, would the rates be the same?

As with all things, perimenopause symptoms included, knowledge is power. 

On that fateful day, when perimenopause is bursting through your door, raging up the joint, I’m hoping this little bit of info will help.

You’re not going crazy.

This is normal (even the new regular UTIs – but, never fear, I have a post: Home remedies for UTI).

You will live through it.

Your Husband will take off his flak jacket one day.

Until then, man alive, hang on.  Let’s get through this thang.

And pray that there’s not a post about an anger menopause beast!

Perimenopause rage – hormonal anger –  can SUCK IT!



* Disclaimer: All information in this series is based on my personal experience and is not intended to take the place of your doctor’s advice.

Original post dated: 10/25/2013. Updated post 1/05/2023

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Thursday 25th of July 2019

OMG, visiting from the Thursday Favorite Things party. While reading your fabulous post I roared, I laughed, I nodded, I remembered, and I'm grateful to have bid that bitch farewell. Now in my early 60's I promise the old a better version of you...with a few extra rolls and all, will emerge but this new version no longer gives a shit and it's liberating! Hang in there :)

Patti Tucker

Thursday 25th of July 2019

I LOVED reading this. I am all for liberation, baby! Thanks for popping in, Marie!


Tuesday 23rd of July 2019

Yikes! Just about the time all my boys hit their teen years, I hit perimenopause. This could explain a few things going on.

Thank you for sharing! This is useful information. Perhaps you'd like to come share this at the Homestead Blog Hop--maybe other ladies could use this series. Every Wednesday thru Sunday if you're interested in sharing.

Blessings, Laurie

Patti Tucker

Tuesday 23rd of July 2019

Hang on!


Saturday 20th of July 2019

My primary perimenopause fun was hot flashes. As long as they happened mostly during the day, I could deal. When they started happening multiple times per night every night, HRT & I became fast friends. I couldn’t live like that and work. But I’m retired now and weaning off of them. The only thing I’ve experienced is an increase in anxiety. Not fun, but so far so good. I agree - this needs to be discussed openly.

Patti Tucker

Sunday 21st of July 2019

I am all for open discussion - dear God!- this is 2019, what are we waiting for?!

Thanks for weighing in, Michelle.

Patti Tucker

Saturday 6th of April 2019

I hear ya, Lauren.

We got a BedJet. It's stinkin' amazing! (we use the heat function in the winter - oh, momma!

Check it out HERE

Mother of 3

Friday 5th of April 2019

Love the frankness of your posts; I just read the whole entire series! I wish more women talked as openly about what to expect because your posts were way more helpful than the book I checked out of the library.

Patti Tucker

Saturday 6th of April 2019

"...your posts were way more helpful than the book I checked out of the library."

THIS is why I write about the stuff so many are hesitant to talk openly about.

You've made my month, knowing I've offered a bit of light.

Thank you!

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