Nothing Was Wrong With Me
On the midlife "transition," hormone therapy, and learning to trust what my body was asking for
This is a conversation I’m having almost daily now.
In my DMs, in passing moments with friends, and after sharing today’s Instagram post and video, I hear the same questions again and again: Is this normal? Did this happen to you? What actually helped?
Midlife can feel disorienting in ways we aren’t always prepared for, and for a long time, women were expected to move through this hormonal transition quietly — with grit, humor, or sheer endurance. I don’t believe in that approach anymore.
This essay is my attempt to gather my entire experience in one place. Not as medical advice, not as a one-size-fits-all prescription, but as a clear, honest reflection of what has supported me most during this season. I share what didn’t work, what eventually did, and how data, intuition, and proper support helped me arrive at a healthier, more vibrant 51-year-old version of myself.
This piece is the companion piece to the IG video on My Menopause Management. Deeper, more detailed, and meant to be a resource for you.
Thank you for being part of this space and for valuing thoughtful, transparent conversations like this one. I hope it helps you feel less alone, more informed, and deeply empowered in your own body.
For the first time in my life, at 47-years old, my sleep began to betray me. I had always been a good sleeper, and suddenly I wasn’t. I found myself tossing and turning in the middle of the night, waking up exhausted, my brain foggy and unreliable. I struggled to remember everyday words. I felt extreme fatigue for no clear reason. There was this strange sensation—like an alien had hijacked my brain or my body. I didn’t feel at home inside myself anymore. Nothing was catastrophic, but everything felt off, imbalanced, unfamiliar.
At first, I tried to normalize it. Stress, maybe. Aging, probably. I told myself to push through. But eventually, I started sharing what I was experiencing on social media, and what happened next surprised me. My inbox filled with stories—hot flashes, sweating through the night, swollen and tender breasts, irregular periods that felt unpredictable and unsettling. Some of it sounded familiar, some of it didn’t, but what became immediately clear was this: I wasn’t alone.
