There was a big time in my life when I didn’t really trust women and definitely not women in groups. That feels strange to say now, because some of the people who have carried me through the hardest period of my life have been women. Women who have listened to me cry. Women who have heard the same story more times than either of us could probably count. Women who have sat beside me through grief, anger, betrayal, confusion and fear. Women who have picked me up when I have bee

There are some parts of women’s health that we are finally beginning to talk about more openly. And then there are the parts that still seem to be whispered about. For me, perimenopause has never really been about hot flushes. It has been about my mind. My story began in July 2019, when I was 41. Until then, I had never particularly struggled with PMS. I wasn’t someone who could predict my period because I suddenly became emotional or irritable every month. So when I began ex

For a long time, I thought I knew what my life was. I had known my husband for 30 years. We had been married for almost 28 of them. I was naive at 17 when we met and I was married by age 20. We had built a family, a home, businesses, routines, memories and an entire identity around being “us”. And then that life changed. Separation and divorce are difficult under any circumstances, but mine arrived alongside a number of other huge changes. I had made a major life move to Duba