03/27/2026
Perimenopause is… honestly a little Kafkaesque.
At 2:17am, in a heatwave clearly not mine,
I realized: this whole thing feels Kafka by design.
No handbook, no map, no logical track—
just symptoms arriving with zero feedback.
One minute you’re fine, calm, holding your tea,
the next you’re in tears like, “What is wrong with me?”
Then sweating, then freezing, then losing your train—
of thought… wait, what was I saying again?
Somewhere a clerk (with a stamp and a grin)
is filing your symptoms and ushering them in:
“HOT FLASH—approved.”
“MOOD SWING—go through.”
“MEMORY… denied. We’ll get back to you.”
And there you are standing, mid-kitchen, mid-life,
holding a snack and questioning life.
But listen, from me—as your NP and friend—
this strange, winding story does start to make sense.
You’re not going crazy. You’re not falling apart.
This is your physiology playing abstract art.
I’ve helped many women step out of this maze—
with science, with care, and a few laughs on the way.
So if you’re deep in this chapter and feeling unsure,
you don’t have to wander—you do have a cure.
(And yes—we can talk about night sweats, for sure 😅)
