There should be a warning label for perimenopause that says:
“Side effects may include: unexpected rage, sudden tears, forgetting why you walked into a room, and the overwhelming desire to burn your entire life down and start a pottery studio in Portugal.”
Because that’s exactly what happened to me one Tuesday morning.
I woke up, opened my eyes, and immediately thought:
“No. Absolutely not. I refuse.”
Refuse what?
Everything.
Life.
Gravity.
Emails.
The concept of trousers.
My hormones had clearly decided to stage a coup.
And honestly?
They almost won.
🌿 The Day My Nervous System Filed a Complaint
It started with a tiny thing — the kettle didn’t boil fast enough.
A normal human would shrug.
A perimenopausal woman?
She becomes a Greek tragedy.
I stood there, staring at the kettle as it had personally betrayed me.
Then I cried.
Then I laughed.
Then I forgot why I was crying or laughing.
Then I got angry at myself for forgetting.
Classic Tuesday.
As a certified menopause coach, I knew what was happening.
My nervous system wasn’t malfunctioning — it was overloaded.
But knowing doesn’t always help when your brain is doing the hormonal equivalent of jazz improvisation.
🌿If you’ve ever had a day where your hormones acted like chaotic toddlers with scissors, you’re not alone.
This is exactly why I created the Second Bloom Support Guides — gentle, practical tools for women who want clarity without overwhelm.
🌿 The Moment I Realised I Wasn’t “Losing It” — I Was Changing
Here’s the thing nobody tells you:
Perimenopause doesn’t arrive politely.
It kicks the door open, throws your routines out the window, and says:
“Surprise! We’re reinventing EVERYTHING.”
Your sleep.
Your mood.
Your memory.
Your energy.
Your tolerance for nonsense.
Your entire identity.
And if you’re ND like me?
Oh, darling.
It’s a double feature.
My sensory sensitivity skyrocketed.
My emotional bandwidth shrank to the size of a postage stamp.
My brain fog became so thick I could’ve sold it as a weather pattern.
But here’s the twist:
This wasn’t the end of me.
It was the beginning of my Second Bloom.
Because once I stopped fighting the changes, I started understanding them.
And once I understood them, I could work with my body instead of against it.
🌿 The Week I Outsmarted My Hormones
Let me tell you exactly what I did — because this is where the magic happened.
1. I stopped pretending I was fine
I told myself the truth:
“I am overwhelmed.
My hormones are loud.
My nervous system is tired.
And I need softness, not shame.”
Instant relief.
2. I lowered the bar to the floor
Not forever — just for the week.
I didn’t try to be productive.
I didn’t try to be perfect.
I didn’t try to be superwoman.
I tried to be regulated.
And that was enough.
3. I used my own coaching tools on myself
Yes, I coach women through this.
Yes, I still forget to use my own tools.
Yes, I am human.
I used:
And guess what?
My hormones didn’t magically behave — But I did.
4. I stopped apologising for needing space
This one changed everything.
I didn’t explain.
I didn’t justify.
I didn’t over‑share.
I simply said:
“I need a slower day.”
And the world didn’t end.
🌿If you want the exact tools I used that week — the ones that kept me from moving to Portugal to become a pottery witch — they’re inside the Second Bloom Menopause Toolkit.
Gentle, practical, ND‑friendly support for real women with real lives.
🌿 The Funny Part?
My Hormones Didn’t Win — I Did
By the end of the week, I realised something wild:
My hormones weren’t trying to ruin my life.
They were trying to get my attention.
They were saying:
“Slow down.
Rest.
Rebuild.
Re‑evaluate.
Re‑emerge.”
And honestly?
They were right.
Because once I listened, everything softened.
My mood stabilised.
My brain fog lifted.
My energy returned.
My sense of humour came back.
My confidence grew.
My clarity sharpened.
I didn’t go back to who I was before.
I became someone better.
Someone softer.
Someone wiser.
Someone who doesn’t apologise for needing rest.
Someone who knows her worth.
Someone who understands her body.
Someone who refuses to shrink.
Someone in her Second Bloom.
🌿If you’re in your own “hormones are staging a coup” era, you don’t have to navigate it alone.
🌿 The Truth: You’re Not Falling Apart — You’re Rebuilding
Perimenopause isn’t a crisis.
It’s a transition.
A recalibration.
A re‑wiring.
A re‑awakening.
It’s the moment your body says:
“You’ve spent decades taking care of everyone else. Now it’s your turn.”
And yes, it’s messy.
And yes, it’s emotional.
And yes, it’s chaotic.
And yes, sometimes you’ll cry over a kettle.
But you’re not breaking.
You’re blooming.
Softly.
Slowly.
Powerfully.
Beautifully.
Welcome to your Second Bloom.