I miss who I used to be: perimenopause and losing yourself

I miss who I used to be. Thousands of women write that exact sentence in this decade of life. You are not being dramatic. You are noticing something real.

Your brain runs on estrogen, and right now it is fluctuating unpredictably, which is why motivation, patience and that sharpness you took for granted dip without warning. The person is still there. The chemistry underneath her is noisy.

Two things help most: keeping the log (so you can see it is a pattern, not your new personality), and getting treated if you need it. For a lot of women, the first weeks on the right treatment is the first time they feel like themselves in a year.