Feeling lost in midlife? - You’re not alone.
Feeling lost and strange in your own skin in perimenopause
If you’ve ever looked around at your life in between growing “kids,” food shops, work, house stuff, partnering, and all the other things that fill your days — and suddenly realised you don’t quite know how to belong in your own life anymore — then you, my friend, are in the right place.
Feeling lost in midlife is so much more common than we are led to believe, Maybe your own skin feels strange, unfamiliar even. You don’t recognise the person staring back at you in the mirror — everything has changed. Maybe you’ve forgotten what you even like anymore. What brings you joy? What lights you up? Did I even have hobbies? A suggestion of a life before - kind of a memory that seems like a dream slipping away to fast.
When you don’t recognise your own life anymore
I’ve felt — and honestly, still sometimes feel — lost in midlife - “midlife” seems so categorising though doesn’t it. Durning my now a distant memory of youth, I imagined midlife women to be grey haired older ladies, whilst I don the odd silver hair, I wouldn’t have seen myself in that same light for some years yet, anyway after years of putting everyone around me first, trying to find words for feelings that didn’t always make sense, and walking through some really hard seasons, I realised something: as women, we don’t have nearly enough honest conversations with each other. Not the raw, open, honest and real conversations that truly connect us, maybe you share those talks with your bestie but rarely does it go beyond that and what strikes me as strange is that we will all go through menopause should we live long enough, wheres the shared experience?
Looking for connection to yourself in midlife
The missing connection between women
Sure, there’s more awareness now around menopause and perimenopause — and that’s a good thing. But awareness doesn’t always equal connection. We’ve got information everywhere — podcasts, doctors, influencers, supplements, experts, opinions. Yet somehow, we feel as though we are the only “real” person going through it.
There are always the friends who seem to be sailing through without a hitch. The ones who have it worse and make you feel guilty for struggling. The ones who swear by HRT, and the ones who wouldn’t touch it. And then there are the secret HRT pushers — you know, the ones who whisper it like it’s contraband. Lets not get started on supplements, diets and weighted vests, It’s all so noisy. So full of comparison and judgment. And honestly? Most of us are just tired. Tired of the chatter, tired of the pressure to have it all figured out, tired of pretending we’re okay when we’re not.
So, that’s why I created this space.
What you’ll find here
Here, you’ll find short stories that (hopefully) you’ll see yourself in — stories inspired by real life, and by the incredible women I’ve met over the years while working in the beauty and holistic therapy world. I’ve spent more than a decade listening to women at every stage of menopause. I’ve heard their fears, frustrations, heartbreaks, and hopes whispered from behind treatment room doors. And through it all, one thing always stands out — we just want to feel seen and heard.
This little corner of the internet is about reflection, gentle reminders, and small sparks of inspiration. It’s about real talk and quiet comfort. It’s about knowing that it’s never too late to find or reignite your creative spark, to explore who you are now, and to rebuild your sense of self in a way that feels authentic — not performative.
You won’t find the usual internet noise here. I’m not here to sell you a quick fix, the latest trend, or a useless supplement that promises to solve everything. (Although, full honesty, I might create something you actually want at some point!) But for now, this is simply a space for companionship. A space for friendship, laughter, tears, and a sigh of relief when you realise — you’re not the only one feeling this way.
Get comfy as we navigate this journey together
Pull up a chair, you belong here
I see this space as a kind of virtual neighbour’s kitchen table — the one where you can drop by in your comfiest clothes, make yourself a cuppa, and just be. No need to have it all together. No need to compare. Just women figuring it out together, one story, one day, one messy, beautiful moment at a time.
So with all that being said, I want to extend a seat to you. Grab your favourite drink — tea, coffee, wine, whatever feels right — and settle in. Let’s navigate the next steps together. Let’s read the stories, laugh at the relatable bits, and maybe even cry a little. Let’s feel connected, heard, and understood.
Maybe we’ll share tips that work. Maybe we won’t. But one thing I can promise: there’ll be no judgment here. Just friends.
Welcome to this space — to our space — where you get to belong again, right where you are.