Perimenopause is a natural phase that occurs in the lives of most women. You don’t really realize you’re entering menopause until you reach a point where turning back becomes unlikely.

I’ve been in premenopause for what feels like ages, clueless about what was going on. I just chalked it all up to stress and endometriosis, of course.

Now, there are loads of books out there that explain menopause, but honestly, I never gave them a second thought. If I had, I wouldn’t have been busy convincing myself that I had early-onset dementia, Alzheimer’s, or that my sanity was simply vanishing into thin air.

It’s as if my brain decided to take up permanent residence in a vice, and those headaches and persistent migraines were having a feral electric party inside my head. No wonder I had convinced myself I was harboring a brain tumor.

The panic attacks made me curl into a ball, seeking refuge in the corner of a room. The utter despair… I never thought a human could bear such excruciating pain. Both physically and mentally, I felt like I was burning in hell.

Menopause isn’t something you can cure because it’s not a disease, or so they say. For me, it’s a disorder that completely threw my personal and professional life into disarray.

Hormone therapy?

Not an option for me. Can you relate?

Hence, the birth of this wondrous hybrid book!

Humor mingling with personal anecdotes, helpful advice, and the occasional entry from my top-secret diary. It’s like a hilarious memoir and a practical guide decided to have a wild party and merged into one epic, laugh-inducing package.

This isn’t your ordinary guidebook. It’s a comedy extravaganza that’ll leave you clutching your sides and shouting, “Finally, someone gets it!”

It’s a labor of love for every woman out there who’s feeling isolated, ashamed, and downright terrified by the whole menopausal experience, even without suspecting it.

Like they say, menopause is more than just a phase—it’s a movement, and we’re all a part of it.