Sort of. It's been three months I've been off HRT; for various reasons, which were recently mooted by me finding a stash I'd forgotten about. Thankfully between weight loss and the urgency of getting back on it, I don't hate myself so much.
In the meantime it's been three horrible months of crippling attention deficits and suicidally depressive moods. So I'm glad this is soon over.
Also I'm reminded how much I loathe Stephenie Meyer. I'm sure I'm probably not alone in this stupidly egotistical excuse for hating her, but I've got old drafts for an existential vampire novel which predate Twilight, and retouching them today just reminds me of the fact that so long as Twilight remains a fad (is this over yet?), no matter the fact that the first and last chapters were written seven years ago as part of trying to expand it from a novella, it would always be accused of "following in the footsteps". This despite the fact that the goth obsession with vampire fantasy is much much older than Twilight.