02/04/2026
It crept up slowly. I didn’t realise what was happening at first.
I was tired. But I had a small child and I was working a lot. So naturally I was tired, right?
I was snappy and easily irritated. But people are annoying and I was tired. It made sense. Right?
I was putting on weight. But I’ve never been skinny and I gave in to cravings because I was exhausted and it was an easy dopamine boost. And I had no time or energy to exercise. Completely logical and expected.
Then I had a photoshoot.
I was shocked. I looked awful. But maybe the photographer was bad. And I had a cold that day so my face was puffy and swollen. And my friend did my hair (to the best of her limited ability). I decided to get over it and move on.
A few months later I had another photoshoot. This time with a photographer I trusted. She took many gorgeous photos of me three years ago. Surely she could do it again.
Shock horror. I looked awful.
Between the photos from three years ago and now, I had aged fifteen years. There were no excuses left. No bad photographers. No colds. No unfortunate hair days. If I didn’t act fast, this would be the new me, and it would only get worse.
So I went to my GP. Got the blood tests, the ultrasounds, the referrals. The results told a story I recognised immediately. I’ve seen it in my patients a hundred times.
Here’s the thing.
I’m a naturopath with 15 years of clinical experience. A Masters in women’s health medicine. A full subject on menopause. Another on reproductive endocrinology. I know this transition better than most GPs.
I knew exactly what was happening to me.
I kept telling myself I was different.
I’m not.
So I’m going to document everything I do about it. Not as a patient. As a clinician who just became her own case study.
You get to watch this unfold.
First thing I’m starting with?
It’s not hormones.