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Not Before. Not After. Now.
I am wandering in the infertile forests of perimenopause, mostly with ease and calm, There are a few symptoms, however, that are not great. The digestive ups and downs. The mood changes. The insomnia. The drive to nap like a toddler, no matter where I am or what I’m doing.
I am not willing to view perimenopause as a disease to be managed, or my body as a problem to be solved. So, I decided to reach out to a holistic practitioner. I knew this person from networking events, and I appreciated their knowledge of nutrition from both an allopathic and holistic perspective. I scheduled a consultation.
Almost immediately, we started talking about food. Almost immediately, I was deeply uncomfortable. I wrote it off as my long-held pattern of resisting every new thing, and settled in to listen.
Many of the recommendations had a noticeable effect right away. I started sleeping (and pooping) more regularly, which helped my mood and fatigue. I started drinking tea. (So. Much. Tea.) I rubbed sesame oil into my skin every day and noticed that my scaly elbows looked more like human skin.
Yet I still felt deeply uncomfortable every time I talked to the consultant, and the resistance was not fading as it usually does. This voice needed to be heard.