02/08/2026
“I don’t understand why I’m getting so angry. Why I’m so not willing to keep things nice anymore.”
A woman said this to me this week, half-apologising for it. As if the anger were the problem.
It isn’t.
For years, oestrogen has been quietly doing something we rarely name: smoothing the edges. Softening the response. Making it easier to accommodate, to keep the peace, to stay pleasant when something in you wanted to say no. Not because you were weak — because you were held.
As that softening recedes, the buffer thins. And what surfaces isn’t new. It was always there. You’re just no longer overriding it.
That’s not you becoming difficult. That’s you becoming honest.
And here’s the part I sit closest to: the body has been keeping things nice too.
The jaw that clamps down before the sentence gets out. The throat that tightens around the “no.” Tissue that has organised, faithfully, over decades, around a life of accommodation. That isn’t damage. It’s a body that did exactly what it was asked to do.
So when the anger rises, it rises in the tissue as well — the jaw that won’t unclench, the ribs that won’t quite open. Same intelligence. Same reorganisation. Felt from the inside.
You don’t have to fix this.
You have to listen to it.
So much of what I do is simply this: making contact with the jaw, the throat, the ribs — the places that have been keeping things nice the longest — and letting them know they can stop.