When Midlife life announces their arrival
Have you ticked off another long day in a constant state of exhaustion, vowing to get to bed early, only to wake up at 3 am again.
Your brain fires up, alerting you to your endless to-do-list, and the sheer panic directs you to doomscroll videos of Gen Z’s telling you to do their 3 hour morning routine. The one that starts at 5 am with gratitude journaling followed by an insane cardio session, and a cold plunge in the ice tank in your garden.
Leaving you plenty of time to bake a loaf of bread from scratch and embark on a 20-step skin/body and beauty routine all before cracking on with the rest of the day.
If you scoffed at that and feel like you’re crawling on your hands and knees, covered in treacle because you barely have two minutes to yourself when you’re woken up…. then HELLO, I’m Kelly!
Looking back at my phone’s photo collection, I remember when I was 43 years old and I was years into survival mode. I was fuelled by caffeine and pushing a double buggy loaded up with my then 3 and 1 year old to run off their crazy energy at another trip to the park. My kids, like me, need that outdoor space to feel free, run, climb, drag huge logs around and to hide in hedges – all of which kept me in that pure adrenaline anxiety drop zone.
I wondered if it was the chronic sleep deprivation, binge eating or the excessive amounts of black Americanos that had caused some sort of early onset dementia or if I’d had a stroke – as each day my words were all jumbled back to front, and I couldn’t recall people’s names or even everyday objects.
It was hugely upsetting and embarrassing. And on top of that my body was creaky – I felt like my joints had all ceased up, each morning I’d wake up drenched and felt like the Tin Man.
As each day went on, I sank further into a deep dark cave. And then, one morning “the lights” went out for many years.
I was in perimenopause.
I’d never heard of it before – did I miss a lecture on it at University? And being a Gen Xer, my mother and her generation didn’t discuss ‘the change’, it was marked by the hot flushes, especially when cooking a Sunday roast and big emotions.
I felt ‘normal’ at 42 years old when I had my second baby, (well normal as one can be during the pandemic).
I certainly wasn’t prepared for the rapid deterioration in my physical and mental health months later which I put down to post-natal depression.
So, if like me you weren’t prepared for the peri-hormonal rollercoaster, I want you to know you aren’t going crazy – there are over 34 different symptoms.
Your 40s are VERY different to how you navigated your 20s and 30s. You might look in the mirror and wonder where your former self has disappeared to, you just don’t know who you are anymore.
Well, I see you and I understand where you are.
My mission is to ensure that other women don’t feel as alone as I did during my own midlife journey.
I’m here to support you through this stage – especially if you’re at the bottom of that deep, dark cave. It will be quicker to surface with someone by your side.
Together, we can build the foundations for a better, healthier midlife where you feel in control.
Hi! I’m Kelly
I’m a mid-40s perimenopausal, late-diagnosed ADHD mum of two children under 7.
I understand how challenging life can be, from work and caring for neurodivergent children to running a harmonious household. All with your battery running on 5%.
I’m passionate about helping women like you feel supported on this midlife journey.
Let’s co-create strategies so that you can feel in control again.
Qualifications
- Certified Women’s Health and Wellness Coach
- BSc Biology and Sports Science
- Diploma in Aromatherapy
