I was having suicidal thoughts, planning my demise to make it look like an accident so that my family could claim the insurance! It was scary when I looked back on it, but seemed to me to be quite a reasonable and sensible thing to do at the time.
Then came the confusion. I was finding driving difficult. I was the one at the junction waiting for the little spec on the horizon to become a car and go past before moving out. I'd sit at traffic lights apparently waiting for them to change to a colour that I liked.
Finally my family persuaded me to visit our practice nurse and I sat and wept all over her desk.
She waved her magic want and got me started on HRT, first the patches, and then, as they were getting bigger and bigger and my DH was worried that they'd come unstuck during the night and stick to him and turn him into a woman, she got me on tablets. The HRT was almost an instant 'cure', it certainly gave me my life back along with my ability to do my job, drive my car and be less of a liability to other road users.
After 6 years of HRT my doctor said I couldn't have it any more, but, despite me panicking that I'd be back at square one, it wasn't too bad at all. I got the old 'turkey' skin on my neck and was far too hot at night - well, most of the time, actually - but then discovered Sage capsules which helped immensely, even if I did get a taste of it every time I burped.