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Endless hormonal WWE matches over the Insta hoody.

Two Underdog Kingdoms, One Global Stage

Welcome to menopause, where the hormones are on strike, your memory is on sabbatical, and your social skills have gone on an all-inclusive cruise without you.

Perimenopause Isn’t a Phase: What the Balance Docuseries Reveals About Women’s Midlife Health

Down: 1. Internal spontaneous combustion events. 2. The emotional pit stop you didn't schedule. 3. When your thoughts run on Windows 98 speed. 4. The disappearing act you didn't agree to. 5. Your chest's way of jump-scaring you. 6. The ability to catastrophize in 0.2 seconds flat. 8. Puberty called - it wants its skin problems back. 11. The 3 a.m. hobby you never wanted. 13. Because stairs are now a high-intensity workout. 14. The magical skill of gaining pounds from smellin

Fun for no one.

Welcome to my Sacred Circle of Sorta-Trying™

You are wiser now. Less tolerant of bullshit. Your peace is non-negotiable.

A new level of midlife chaos they don’t cover in therapy.

Warning: Unstable. Approach with caution.

Ask your doctor if surviving midlife mayhem is right for you.

By 2030, about 1.2 billion women worldwide will be either menopausal or postmenopausal - yep, that’s billion with a “B.” Add another 47 million women joining the club each year, and it’s basically the fastest-growing sorority nobody ever asked to pledge. Menopause usually sneaks in somewhere between ages 45 and 52, and it’s less of a graceful transition and more of a hormonal mutiny. Technically, it’s all about hormones packing up their bags and your period retiring for good.

Does all this sweating at least count as cardio?

We may not always be the calm lighthouse. Some days, we’re the entire storm.

Midlife situationships are weird, part emotional window shopping, and part dating with a return policy.

Healthcare providers should assist, not dismiss, you.

AKA: Advanced Algebra

Surviving the craziness of the midlife "change"

My hormones have started their survival mission, and apparently my waist is the bunker.

A personal Bermuda Triangle where thoughts go to disappear forever.