Oh my gosh, y’all. Can we talk about how perimenopause rolled in like an uninvited houseguest, sat on my couch, ate my snacks, jacked up my hormones. Y’all, she didn’t even bother to say hello! I’m 51. And I swear I woke up one day like: “Why am I sweating,…

I didn’t wake up one day and decide to become a whole new person. I didn’t burn it all down and rise from the ashes like a perfectly polished phoenix. There wasn’t a dramatic crash-and-burn moment. There was just…a slow, quiet knowing that I couldn’t keep living the way I…