Perimenopause is an absolute living hell (well mine was) but once your periods actually stop for good and you are out the other side, then life starts to get better - as least mine has!
You know when you are young and someone criticises you and you say 'I don't give a shit what anyone thinks', but you really, really do? Well when you are post menopausal - you genuinely don't give a shit and it's bloody marvellous!
You know when you are younger and you are in a place or situation where you dearly want to speak out or complain but instead you keep quiet and silently cheer on the feisty 'old' lady who says it out loud for you? Well, you become that 'old' lady who says what she thinks and means what she says.
As a post menopausal woman - I feel so much more free, more courageous, more fearless, more eloquent, more don't give a shit ... that I did when I was younger, and the hell of peri was worth it, to get to how I feel now. Then there's all the physical stuff - no more bleeding, tampons, mood swings, being governed by my hormones and most importantly sore tits. Mine were absolute agony every month of my life for decades, and nothing would alleviate it. Now I don't even know they're there! 
I'm fit, feisty, fearless and embracing this time of my life. I look at younger people and I have no wish to be them. I'm glad I'm the age I am and I wouldn't go back if you paid me.
During the peri years I was fat, miserable, depressed, anti-social, morbid, anxious, breathless, an insomniac, someone who could burst into tears at the drop of a hat ... and completely invisible. I could walk around and no-one would notice me, never glance in my direction - and my world was monochrome - it was weird, almost like I'd faded somehow, like I'd become transparent.
Now people notice me again. They lock eyes, engage, smile, I even get blokes looking at me from time to time (I was completely invisible to the male species for a good decade I reckon) and my life is full on technicolour.
Hang in there - it can and does get better!