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Hormones are the original gaslighters. One minute I’m laughing at TikToks, the next I’m crying because I watched a documentary about baby turtles trying to make it to the ocean, and five minutes later I’m ready to flip a table because someone dared to chew near me. If Disney made a ride called Perimenopause: The Experience , it would just be me screaming, sobbing, laughing, and then getting off to go find the closest DOLE Whip stand. Emotional Whiplash, Mafia-Style Mood swing

The Postgame Report: Morning After the Sweat Storm Waking up after a night sweat isn’t just unpleasant — it’s like discovering evidence of a crime you don’t remember committing.Your bed looks like a forensic scene.Your hair’s doing something found only in tropical climates.And your partner’s over there, cozy under the covers, blissfully unaware that you just survived your own private monsoon season. There’s that special moment when you think, “Maybe I should just sleep on a t

Remember when sex used to sound fun? Like, actual fun  — not something that required a nap, a chiropractor, and three glasses of wine first? Yeah, me too. Then menopause showed up, packed my libido in a suitcase, and shoved it into Witness Protection. I swear I’d have better luck tracking down Jimmy Hoffa. When “In the Mood” Becomes “In the Way” Here’s the thing: hormones crash, energy tanks, dryness shows up uninvited — and suddenly “sexy time” feels like someone just handed