08/06/2026
She is not falling apart. She is changing season.
I've been thinking alot about this lately, the way we talk about perimenopause as though the body is failing. As though the hot flushes, the sleeplessness, the emotional intensity, the sudden need for solitude and stillness, are all problems to be managed, suppressed, pushed through.
But what if we held it differently?
The earth moves through four seasons without apology. Spring is expansive, full of becoming. Summer is peak expression, bright, outward, abundant. And then comes autumn. The light shifts. The energy turns inward. Things that no longer serve begin to fall away. There is death, loss and decay.
Perimenopause is Autumn.
It is the body beginning its great turning inward. The hormones that once kept you outward-facing, endlessly available, highly responsive to everyone else's needs, they are shifting. And in their shifting, they are asking you a question that perhaps hasn't been asked in decades.
Who are you, beneath all the roles you've been playing?
The sleeplessness that feels like a curse is often the body refusing to let you keep skimming the surface of your own life. The emotional waves that feel overwhelming are years of unfelt feeling, finally rising. The rage, and yes, many women feel rage, is often the first honest emotion to emerge when the people-pleasing hormones begin to recede.
This is not a disease. This is initiation.
From a naturopathic perspective, the way we move through this transition matters enormously. A body that is nourished, in the nervous system, gut, the sense of community and belonging, moves through perimenopause with far more grace than one running on empty and cortisol.
Seasonal living supports this profoundly. When we align with winter, resting more, eating warmly, gathering with other women, slowing the pace, we give the body the conditions it needs to do this sacred work.
You are not too much.
You are not falling apart.
You are falling into something deeper.
And there is so much beauty waiting there xx
