Let’s Talk About It: The Beginning Struggles of Menopause (Because Someone Has To)

Let’s just say it: Menopause is a BEAST.

Not a graceful fade into a new season of life. Not a magical rite of passage. A true Beast. And you know what makes it worse?

No one talks about it.

Growing up, my Mom didn’t. My Aunts didn’t. My Grandmothers sure didn’t. If it was mentioned, it was whispered—or brushed off like it was just “one of those things” we Women go through and somehow survive without blinking. Like we were just supposed to know what to expect, what it feels like, and how to handle it.

But I didn’t. And now I’m in it—and let me tell you—I’m not keeping quiet!!

🔥 Hot Flashes and Cold Truths

I went from being a girl who rarely cried and kept it together, to someone who bursts into tears at a commercial… or over a dropped spoon. And don’t even get me started on the hot flashes. One minute I’m perfectly fine, the next I’m sweating like I just finished a marathon I didn’t sign up for.

I didn’t recognize myself—and that was terrifying.

Mood swings, brain fog, night sweats, and that creeping feeling of “what is happening to me?” became part of my normal. And honestly? I was mad. Mad that this was happening, and mad that no one warned me just how emotional and lonely it could feel.

💬 The Silence Ends Here

So, I’m saying it loud: I’m in the beginning stages of menopause, and it sucks.

And I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t. I’m not going to hide it behind polite conversation or act like I’m “just a little off today.” Nope. Not here. Not with you.

Because the truth is—when we talk about it, we take its power away.

We make space for real connection. For real support. For real women—like you and me—who are wondering why no one told us it would feel this hard, and this isolating, and this unexpected.

💛 Real Talk, Real Women

We don’t have time for filters or fake smiles anymore. This community, this blog, this journey we’re on? It’s about being raw, honest, and brave. So if you’re sitting there thinking you’ve lost your mind—or your hormones—or your patience… you haven’t.

You’re just entering the next phase. One that we weren’t prepared for, but we’ll walk through together.

No shame. No silence. Just us.