The Prodigal Writer Returns

I haven’t written in so long. I know. I’m sorry.

The fall and winter have been so hard inside my head, I guess. I know I’m not alone. I’m realizing more and more that my hormones have been dog-piling on top of a world that’s increasingly hard to handle for most of us.

Finding peace, focusing on myself — there are so many things I’ve been trying to do to keep myself from teetering over the edge.

Luckily, I feel like life’s going in a better direction now. Part of that is from my being solar-powered and daylight now increasing at a steady clip. But part of that is that work has been fulfilling and abundant of late, and I’m finally feeling like I’m staying afloat instead of barely keeping my head above water.

(Speaking of water — a stunning sunset I caught this week. Winter sunsets are the most beautiful, summer sunsets are the most enjoyable.)

One client of late that I was proud to write for is a science-based women’s health company focused on menopausal health. They asked me to pitch some stories and I decided to pitch one about menopausal rage.

I was probably at “peak rage” for most of the fall. I spent a lot of time keeping myself from adopting unhealthy coping mechanisms like alcohol, and also avoiding reality by watching plotless stupidity, like music reactions on YouTube.

In the end, I think writing about my rage and tapping into it, and hearing so many women talking about it, proved to be really cathartic for my soul.

This is the story I wrote. I hope some of you find yourself in it in a way that makes you feel heard and understood. Click here to read it. It starts like this: