I hated you when we first met. Seriously, I had no clue how to handle you or what to do with you. I’ll never forget all those nights in 2019 that you drove me to my breaking point. The dance would last sometimes 24, sometimes 48 and even up to 96 hours at a time…..

No clue. This whole perimenopause thing has been quite dramatic. I should have expected nothing less considering the history I’ve had with my uterus…..

I have proven to myself that I have no issue sleeping. I sleep. I sleep well…..

Having dessert is no longer reserved for special occasions. Actually, sometimes it’s after lunch and dinner!

I am so grateful nowadays when I get a good night’s sleep, and especially when it comes without a struggle to fall asleep.

I’m not judging people who use a substance to deal with anxiety. I wished back in 2019 that it would have worked for me, but it didn’t.