Hello everyone

Like a lot of peri-menopausal women, particularly neurodivergent ones, I’m not ok. I will be ok. But right now? I’m struggling.
And this is after a lifetime of struggle. I remember, a few years ago, reading the final chapters of The Lord of the Rings aloud to my son, and finding that I was sobbing uncontrollably at the part when Frodo is struggling up Mount Doom. I am aware that people may think I am being over-dramatic or am exaggerating when I say this, but I wept because it was how I felt, almost every day. Even back then, each day felt like climbing a mountain. To be fair, I wasn’t also carrying the jewellery of ‘an evil vagina eye’ (see the video below), so I guess I had less to complain about than that whinging hobbit.