you can love your life… and still feel like you’ve disappeared inside it. so tell me— when did you start becoming the version of yourself that everyone else needed… and stop being the one you actually are?

For most of my life, menopause was explained to me like it was a minor inconvenience. Y ou know, hot flushes, night sweats, maybe a fan on the bedside table, that was it. Apparently one day you just get a bit warm, buy breathable pyjamas, and carry on with your life like nothing’s happened. What a load of absolute bollocks. Because when menopause actually arrived, it didn’t politely knock on the door. It kicked the bloody thing in and started rearranging the furniture in