Brain fog SUCKS!!!
Brain fog.
Aka: the invisible thief that sneaks into my head, takes my car keys, and hides them in the fridge next to the pickles.
It fucking blows.
It’s been trying to ruin my life—derailing conversations mid-sentence, turning my to-do list into a “to-where-the-hell-did-I-put-that” list, and making me question if I’ve accidentally left my brain in the dryer on “fluff.”
But—praise modern medicine—I just started my estradiol patch. And I swear, it’s like someone finally opened a window in my brain and let some fresh air in.
Still… there are moments I’m like,
“Jesus, take the wheel.
Actually—Jesus, take the entire GPS system, because I have no idea where I’m going or why I walked into this room in the first place.”
If you’re in the fog too—you’re not alone. We might forget what we were saying, but we will remember we’re in this together.
