Butterflies in the making

Another night of sipping warm milk with spices, downing Tylenol and sweating through my t-shirt. Another sleepless night. I had been asleep, but only for a few hours when the sweats start. Another night of recrimination, the seemingly joy-filled critic in my head recounting the glass of wine, then a little more, then just another half glass and now paying for it with restlessness and sweating. Oh… menopause, I thought. What happened to those…