The Missing chapter

What every woman should’ve been told and what we can do about it now.

Yep!  That is me in middle school and all my awkwardness!  And if you are reading this like me, you most likely didn’t get your education from social media.  You are old enough to remember being separated from the boys in middle school to have the awkward “talk” about periods.  The one with diagrams, maybe an antiquated video, and someone giggling in the back of the room.  It turns out that was only chapter one!  Somewhere along the way they forgot to give us the entire book.  

Nobody warned us about the sequel.

The one where your hormones go rogue, your favorite jeans betray you, and you start Googling “why is my heart racing and am I dying.”  Yes, that has been me! Welcome to perimenopause, the midlife plot twist we didn’t see coming.

I’m not sure who dropped the ball on this, but here we are. Maybe you are waking up at 2AM drenched in sweat, unable to remember why you walked into the kitchen, or questioning whether you are losing your mind. Spoiler alert: YOU’RE NOT.

You’re normal. This is normal.

(Well… normal-ish.)

Perimenopause is the season where estrogen starts pulling disappearing acts, progesterone takes an extended vacation, and your body responds like a hormonal soap opera. Mood swings, brain fog, stubborn weight gain, hot flashes and all at the most inconvenient moments.

And yet, no one really talked about this. Not our moms, not our doctors, not the women’s magazines that still insist we should be running marathons and drinking green juice after we have meditated for an hour.

But here’s the good news:

We don’t have to navigate this alone.

We get to talk about it now. Out loud. With humor, honesty, and some actual real-life strategies to feel better. No weird miracle supplements. No “just meditate more” advice (though, if that works for you, go for it).

My advice? Start where you are.

Learn to laugh at yourself because some of this is so crazy you couldn’t possibly make it up if you tried. Find people who get it. Prioritize the things that make you feel strong, rested, and a little more like yourself again.

And if you need a guide through the midlife maze, someone who won’t flinch when you say “I laughed, cried, and rage-cleaned my pantry all before noon.” I’m here creating a supportive community for women who just want to feel heard.  

Because midlife isn’t the end of the story or even the last chapter, it’s just a plot twist. And honestly? We’re overdue for a rewrite.

Let’s feel good together!