A personal essay blog
An honest account of perimenopause, midlife, and finding your way back to yourself.
I'm Lindsey — a dental hygienist, wife, and mom who went through perimenopause largely alone, dismissed and confused. These are the things I wish someone had told me.
Latest Essays
Doing everything right — and getting nowhere.
The first time I saw 142 on the scale, I started crying before the nurse could even say a word. Minutes later, I was sitting on the paper-covered exam table, being told my bloodwork was “mostly normal.”
Read Essay →What I thought was discipline was actually desperation.
Yesterday, my husband and I started our annual spring cleaning, beginning with the kitchen pantry. What should have been a simple task quickly turned into something else entirely — opening a time capsule.
Read Essay →About Lindsey
I spent years being told everything was "mostly normal" while my body, my brain, and my sense of self were quietly falling apart. I'm a dental hygienist with over two decades of experience — organized, steady, and good at helping other people. I was less good at getting anyone to take me seriously. These essays are what I found on the other side of that confusion. You're not alone in this.
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