I’m always learning

Saturday was all about learning and this time, it was something deeply personal: understanding the stages of menopause.

Because of my endometriosis, I had a full hysterectomy, which meant I was thrown straight into menopause no slow transition, no preparation, just an instant, shocking shift. It’s one of those life chapters that no one really prepares you for. The sad reality is, I was told almost nothing about what I was about to experience, how it would impact my body, or how it would make me feel.

At first, I didn’t even have the language to describe what was happening. My body didn’t feel like my own there were hot flushes that came out of nowhere, sleepless nights, mood swings that made me feel like I was losing my mind, and those random chin hairs that appeared just to remind me that, yes, this was happening. I often joke about the feral gremlin version of myself, but underneath the humor was a deep sense of confusion and loss.

I felt disconnected from my body, from my energy, and at times, from my sense of self. It was like grief, in a way. Grieving the woman I had been, the body that once felt familiar, the rhythm that no longer existed.

But the beautiful thing is awareness thats when you start to understand what’s happening, the fear begins to lift. You start to piece things together. You start to reclaim your power.

I recently began hormone replacement therapy (HRT) patches, and for the first time, I feel like I’m finally coming back home to myself. I’m learning how my body responds, how to support it with nourishment, rest, and self-compassion instead of frustration. I’m learning that menopause isn’t something to “get through” it’s something to walk through with awareness, grace, and understanding.

And what I’ve come to realise is that my journey isn’t just about me. It’s about being able to support other women who are also feeling lost, unseen, or unheard in their experience. Because too many of us are left in the dark, told “this is just part of life,” when really this is a rebirth of sorts.

So today, I’m choosing to learn, to heal, and to speak about it. To normalise the conversation. To remind other women that they are not crazy, not broken they’re simply evolving.

Here’s to learning what our bodies are really trying to tell us, to embracing change with kindness, and to walking each stage of womanhood with curiosity instead of shame.

Mantra:

“I honor the changes within me. Every phase of my womanhood is a sacred evolution a return to my true self.”

Reflection Prompt:

What is my body trying to teach me right now, and how can I meet it with compassion instead of resistance?