I totally agree that 'change' is indeed a very appropriate choice of word. It is absolutely how I feel. I have been dealing with this for 5 years now and I have only finally accepted that there was no point in fighting it any longer and accept 'the change'.
I am no more the person I used to be. I have gone two grades down in my career when I was on my way up just because I couldn't cope with the demand and stress of the role I was in that used to stimulate and challenge me.
I had to accept that I wouldn't be running half-marathon and do triathlon any longer because even though I am desperately continuing to work out, I don't have the stamina to do anything even remotely physically challenging any longer.
I have to accept that however desperate I am to remain slim and attractive, I'm not going to get my old figure. My skin seems to age each time I look at it, my hips wider, my arms looser.
I have to accept to go through each day like most activities are a chore because I am so tired all the time, from the moment I wake up to when I go to sleep, except the moment my eyes close, I suddenly feel like my all body and mind get into alert mode and want to do everything but shut down.
I have finally had to accept that I have really tried absolutely everything to feel better. I have tried HRT three times, different types and each time it has made me feel worse, not relieving my main symptoms and giving me most. I am so envious of my friends who have found such relief they have been able to be the person they used to be again. I have tried every therapy, I have pushed myself to the limit to not let the menopause be an excuse for letting myself go.
I am now tired of it all and have succombed to acceptance that the best of me is behind but it is still ok. My mum assures me that I will get on the other side and find energy again. I hope so. Still there is much to life to enjoy and value and I hold on to that. It all comes down to expectations and lowering mine is the way to get through it.