If you’re also navigating the wild ride of perimenopause, let me tell you this: you’re not alone. Whether you’re staring into the fridge wondering what you’re supposed to do with chicken thighs or forgetting your child’s name mid-yell (sorry, you with the face), it’s all part of the journey.

I wrote about this a while back. It has gotten worse for me since last year. I don't have insomnia, but sometimes I have anxiety, and I can't sleep. And of course migraine, brain fog, fatigue, mood swings, mouth ulcers, and the list goes on....