Menopause, Yorkshire style. Saggy tits, a belly with a mind of its own, chin hairs tougher than a dry stone wall and a thermostat that’s gone completely tits up. But this body’s lived, loved, laughed and survived some right bloody storms. She’s not falling apart, she’s just stopped giving a toss. Because growing older isn’t about losing who you were. It’s about finally having the balls to be who you bloody well are. And if tha doesn’t like it, tha knows where t’door is!

A raw, heartbreaking reflection on body image, shame, desire, and learning to see yourself with compassion.

Tonight, beneath the Harvest Moon, I’m thinking about what it really means to gather in our own harvest. The things we’ve grown, the storms we’ve survived, the people we love and the stuff we’re finally ready to stop carrying. As Nick, Presley and I head off for a night beneath the dark skies, I’m embracing a little Pagan wisdom, a lot of gratitude and one simple thought: perhaps Autumn isn’t just about watching nature let go. Maybe it’s our invitation to do the same.

Anna sits beside the lake at dusk, reflecting on courage, change and the quiet strength it takes to face the water—and herself.

The Autumn Equinox is a quiet moment of balance—a reminder to pause, feel grateful for what this year has brought, and gently let go of what you no longer need to carry. As nature turns inward, we’re invited to slow down, rest, and welcome the season ahead.

What if divorce isn’t the end of your story—but the beginning of a bolder, freer, more authentic life? Menopause, midlife and starting over can be messy, magical and entirely yours.

A holistic approach to midlife wellbeing—embracing rest, pleasure, authenticity, mental health, and creating a life that feels bloody good to live.

What if you’re not lost at all? Beneath the responsibilities, menopause, motherhood and expectations, the woman you’re searching for is still there—waiting for you to remember who you really are.

“What if menopause isn’t only asking us what medication, supplements or treatments we need? What if it’s also asking: what can no longer come with me?”

The menopausal body is not less sexy. It's wiser, louder, and far less willing to tolerate bullshit. A refreshing midlife perspective on confidence, body image, and menopause.

Menopause shame thrives in silence — so this week I’m asking the loud question: which symptom have you been most ashamed of (the one you’ve barely said out loud)? Brain fog, rage, anxiety, low libido, leaking, weight gain, exhaustion, or feeling like your body isn’t yours anymore. You’re not broken — you’re going through a massive hormonal transition, and millions are right there with you.

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You’ve been managing grief like an inconvenience — but it doesn’t vanish, it lodges in your body. A brutally honest midlife menopause reflection on feeling it fully, clearing the old story, and meeting the woman you’re becoming.

Grief can arrive without a neat reason or name — but it isn’t a sign something’s gone wrong. This Whisper is a tender reminder that grief is proof something mattered, and a corridor back to the woman you’re becoming.

A powerful midlife prompt: what are you grieving that has no name? Explore invisible grief, menopause identity shifts, and naming the loss you’ve been carrying quietly.

Grief doesn’t always come with a tidy reason. Read about midlife grief, menopause, and the quiet loss of a former self—and the reinvention on the other side.

Nobody warned me that menopause would feel like grief. The identity loss, the fertility ending, the mourning of your former self — and why it all deserves to be named.

You spent decades shrinking yourself to fit a verdict that was wrong. This brutal midlife reflection helps you see how you kept renewing other people’s limits—and how to finally put them down and take up space.

A gentle midlife “whisper” for anyone who’s ever felt not enough: you were never the problem—you were in the wrong room. A soothing reminder that your creativity, chaos and sensitivity were brilliance all along.

What did they tell you that you weren't — and how long did you believe them? For me it was that I wasn't academic enough. That I wasn't focused enough. That I wasn't measuring up. They moved me without asking, put me in a box that didn't fit, and called my inability to squeeze into it a personal failing. I believed that for years. More years than I should have. More years than it deserved. So it won't be the same for you. Your verdict will be different. Your box will be a dif