My Journey Back to Myself
It started with a word.
A simple, everyday word that was on the tip of my tongue but simply vanished before I could say it. Soon after, I’d walk into a room and stand there, completely lost, with no idea why I had come.
If you’re a woman over 50, you might know this feeling.
For me, it was the start of menopause, but it felt like so much more. It felt like I was losing myself.
The brain fog was a constant unwelcome guest. My concentration was gone, and even remembering a new name felt like an impossible task.
This mental fatigue was coupled with the physical challenges so many of us face: sudden hot flashes, terrible night sweats that stole my sleep, and a new, frustrating irritability that I didn’t recognize.
I felt like a stranger in my own life—anxious, frustrated, and invisible, especially to my husband. I wanted to run away from my own bad behavior.
Naturally, I tried to find a solution.
I tried to just “push through it,” telling myself it would pass. I spent hours reading random articles and watching videos online, but they just left me feeling more confused and hopeless.
Well-meaning friends shared their own horror stories, making me feel even more scared.
Even doctors were dismissive, telling me, “Don’t worry, you’re just in menopause,” as if that was an answer. I knew I couldn’t be the only one feeling this way, and I refused to believe this was my new normal.
The real turning point came during a quiet conversation with my husband. He looked at me with love and said, “I don’t recognize you anymore. I want the woman I loved back.” His words, though painful, were the spark I needed. I was tired of feeling tired and knew I had to take back control.
My journey didn’t start with a magic pill, but with a simple decision. I decided to become a student of my own body and mind.
I dove into books about nutrition and hormonal health.
I forced myself to go for a walk every single morning, just to move and clear my head.
I started a simple journal—not for my thoughts, but for data—tracking my sleep patterns and eating habits to finally see what was making me feel worse and, more importantly, what was making me feel better.
The changes weren’t instant, but they were real.
The first small sign of success was a single night of deep, uninterrupted sleep. It felt like a miracle. Then I remembered a new name with ease. The right words started to flow again. I knew why I was in a room.
Slowly but surely, the fog began to lift.
With each new habit, I felt more like myself again. My family noticed, too. One evening, my brother smiled at me and said, “We have you back again.“
I created Mind Over Age because it’s the resource I wish I had when I was feeling so lost.
I started organizing all my notes, research, and the simple systems I had created for myself, and realized I had built a roadmap.
I know how devastating this chapter of life can feel, especially in the beginning.
My mission is to help other women like us navigate it more painlessly—not by “pushing through,” but by understanding our bodies and using simple, powerful tools to reclaim our clarity, our calm, and our confidence.
This is not about fighting aging; it’s about embracing our wisdom with a clear and vibrant mind.
Are you ready to start your own journey?
The best place to begin is with the free Starter Guide I created just for you.
Starter GuideYou are not alone on this journey!
With all my support,
