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Why anxiety is a killer

There is an alarming trend gathering momentum in the USA. And as most of their stuff comes over here eventually, we thought we should discuss it. “Between 1999 and 2014, the number of middle-aged white women dying annually from opiate overdoses shot up 400 percent, according to data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention,” says a brilliant and necessary article in the Washington Post yesterday. Boy, this is depressing. And the reason for this? The over-prescription of opiate-based anti-anxiety drugs combined with alcohol. And the reason for that? Chronic misdiagnosis of peri-menopausal (it begins at about 35 guys, so start sucking it up) and menopausal symptoms.

Midult women are in pain. Their hormones are being left to run riot or drain away and they are anxious, sleepless, joyless and taking medication. And they are drinking. Both drugs “act like a dimmer switch on the central nervous system,” Rear Admiral Susan Blumenthal, former U.S. assistant surgeon general and an expert on women’s health issues, told the newspaper. And that is fatal.

So this is a call to arms as we slip into September. From Midult to fellow Midult. Let’s murder menopausal shame. Enough. It doesn’t make you an unfuckable irrelevance with a crumbling skeleton. Handled, it’s a power surge. We urgently need to share, to connect in order to explode the stigma, to reach out, to stand up and face the fear together. Because otherwise loneliness and shame might swallow us. And that is unacceptable. Find a friend, or a forum. We are here.

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