Sorry, this is long!
I'm mid 50s, in the menopause (as of age 50), on HRT for a couple of years which was okay til I got PMB which was either poor absorption of progesterone (utrogestan tabs), a uterine/cervical polyp (removed, no problems), or a small fibroid. Uterine lining was thin.
I had to go off my HRT to see if the bleeding stopped, which is did. The gynae, at the appointment that diagnosed the above, put a Mirena in to see if that would be more effective than utrogestan, so I restarted my Estradot patches, so my hot flushes have abated (again), but I'm still getting a watery, slightly blood stained discharge which I will see my GP about if I can ever get an appointment.
Anyway, the big thing is, that since menopause, I have completely lost my mojo.
I just cannot be arsed to do anything. I can't get excited about anything, the idea of going out and doing the stuff I used to do- walking, cycling, sewing, painting etc, makes me go 'Meh'. If I have 'a job' to do, like clearing out a room, it is touch and go when I wake up whether I can actually even start the job; however, very occasionally I get bursts of creative energy and can get stuck in with gusto. But they're unpredictable and infrequent. Usually I'm either riven with indecision about what to tackle, or go 'Whatevs' and tit around on here or FB for hours.
My anxiety levels have increased, my weight has crept up, my alcohol intake has gone up a bit.
My sleep is laughably erratic, I can often see every hour on my alarm clock, and I tend to 'make up for it' by lying in on my days off, til 10 or 11am. Then I'm awake til 2am.
My low back pain and achy knees aren't going away.
There are 'the usual' stressors in my life, having 2 late teenage DSs (one first year uni) but no major issues; a frontline HCP job (3 days a week, plus one weekend day every second w/e, plus 1:7 on-call from home) where the contempt in which we are held by the latest bunch of incompetent middle managers is shocking (this has happened over the past 2-3 years); I am being 'threatened' with being forced back onto night shifts (despite a 35 year absence...) despite a collapsed vertebra, and most of my work contemporaries are walking, one by one. Being a union rep, as I am, my dealings with this management culture can be quite combative and hostile (great way to motivate overworked, stressed staff, eh?).
I am also very worried about Brexit.
I have a lovely DH albeit a little emotionally 2 dimensional 
but he is supportive, though his eyes widen a little like a trapped rabbit if I 'emote' any of this! Fortunately I do have friends who I can have a moanfest with, though I do feel I am the least mojo'ed of any of them.
We are financially 'okay'.
We 'have a plan' in buying a motorhome to travel through Europe in 4 years' time in 'retirement' when DS2 leaves uni which DH is quite excited about, and I should be, but all I can think about is the effort, bother and stress, not how great it will be to see fantastic new things together. (The 'travel' bit doesn't worry me, I backpacked extensively in my 20s).
I want to enjoy my life again. The years are slipping past.
WWYD?
And it has felt cathartic, typing this out!