Right Now I Don't Call It The

Right Now I Don't Call It The Menopause, I Call It Men-on-pause.

We Know Well And We Know Chronically Ill, But There Is A Whole Bunch Of Gray In Between Where I Think We Can Heal People Before They Become Chronically Sick. I Believe Our Thoughts Make Us Sick.

When I Look In The Mirror, I See My Late Mother: I Have Her Nose, Her Dark Eyes - I Call Them Chocolate Eyes - I Have Her Colouring, And My Hair Is Greying The Same Way, Although I Use Colour And She Didn't.

I Found For Me That My Safe Place Was Work. I Could Control My Environment. I Became Very Fastidious And Detailed, And Wanted Things A Certain Way.

I Lost Boundaries As A Child That I Didn't Even Realize It And It Wasn't Talked About Back Then. You Know, It Was Something You Just Buried And Dealt With, And Moved Forward. What Could You Do About It?