Shit you won’t find in a Self Help Book!

Sometimes when you speak your truth, everything falls apart. The friendship. The romance. The illusion. The fragile scaffolding of who you were trying to be, just to keep the peace. This isn’t the pretty part of healing. It’s not poetic. It’s raw, messy & often devastating. Because truth isn’t always soft. Sometimes truth is the earthquake that reveals the fault lines. Sometimes it’s the final straw that breaks a connection wide open. Sometimes… it’s the most liberating thing you will ever do, even if it costs you. I say this, because I’ve spoken my truth and lost people along the way.  A friend once asked me for honesty, in fact she begged me to not hold back. So I gave it to her. Gently & thoughtfully. She thanked me for being a ‘true friend’ & we kept talking for a few weeks after … Then boom. Unfriended. Gone. No explanation. But it wasn’t just me, both my kids got it too! Another time was with my ex. He said something super cruel while we were away with his parents...

This might be a little TMI for some of you, but honestly? That’s the main problem! Menopause, like menstruation, is still whispered about, avoided, brushed off, or completely misunderstood & I don’t get why? We live in a world that literally wouldn’t exist without women’s bodies… yet the natural, sacred, messy things those bodies go through? Still taboo.  Still hidden.  Still treated like we’ve failed. So yeah. Lets chat! How my journey started 🤦🏼‍♀️ One day, I noticed this…  funk .  An earthy, meaty, sweaty smell that just lingered no matter how many showers I had. It reminded me of my teenage boys’ rooms first thing in the morning #iykyk Not exactly the energy I was going for.. ya know? Like any good overthinking ADHD’r with a recent history of medical drama, I spiraled a little: “Do I have cancer?” “An internal infection?” “Am I…  rotting  from the inside?” A little dramatic, sure.. but they were very real thoughts!!! So I dragged myself back and f...