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Welcome to Hormonewood: Where Every Day is a Plot Twist!!!

There’s something almost majestic about turning 40. Hormones in your 40s don’t just whisper, they come in like a reality show director yelling “Cue drama!”  You wake up feeling like you finally getlife calm, collected, sipping your coffee like a philosopher who has unlocked the secrets of the life. You read an article on self-care and nod with deep understanding. You even let out a slow, wise sigh when someone cuts you off in traffic, thinking, “Some people are just rushing through life… but I? I am at peace.”

Imagine this: You open your closet, excited to wear your favourite dress, only to find they’ve mysteriously shrunk overnight. You stare at them in betrayal. Instead of rationalizing, your brain leaps straight to “Have my clothes formed a secret rebellion?” After a few dramatic sighs, you settle for some other normal dress, convincing yourself that it is “the superior choice anyway.”

Afternoon hits, and you’re neck-deep in an Excel sheet, trying to crunch some basic numbers. Nothing fancy – just a neat little total. You type =SUM (with full confidence, like a math wizard ready to summon data magic – only for Excel to throw back a #VALUE! error like it personally hates you. You stare at the screen, then back at the formula, then back at the screen again like it’s gaslighting you. After 10 minutes, you realize you were summing text instead of numbers. Classic!! You close the file, lean back, and stare into the distance like you’ve just survived a high-stakes finance thriller.

So, if you’re wondering what this phase feels like, it’s like trying to do a silent retreat with a drama queen living in your head. That, my friend, is Mood Swings – Now Streaming in 4D, exclusively for you guys!!!

Hormones vs. Me: Spoiler Alert – They’re Winning!!!

Midlife hormones are not just attacking your body – they’re holding your memory hostage. You walk into rooms with confidence only to forget why you’re there. You start telling a story, forget the point midway, then somehow end up giving parenting advice which might be completely baseless and irrelevant. Remember when you used to juggle office tasks, grocery lists, and birthdays in your head? Now you stare at Post-it notes like it’s written in ancient Sanskrit.

The truth is, hormones don’t play fair. The unpredictability of emotions in your 40s turns even the most routine events into full-scale cinematic dramas. Travel? I Can’t even emotionally handle a trip to the grocery store. Social media used to be fun—now it’s just an emotional trigger-fest. Your friend posts a vacation pic from Bali, and suddenly you’re googling “What’s my life purpose at 44?” Even though you know you hate humidity & sunburns. Hormones, however, don’t care. They grab your logic, toss it out the window, and whisper, “You’ve achieved nothing, woman.” Don’t worry, by evening you’ll convince yourself that a solo trip to the office daily without interruption is the retreat you needed.

The Great Mood Swing Olympics – And I’m Winning Gold!

Let’s talk about my daily emotional triathlon. I wake up fresh every morning (okay, fresher than yesterday, which is a win), give myself a mini TED Talk in the mirror, blast some empowering tunes in the car, and cruise to the office with a heart full of motivation and a face full of sunscreen and make-up. I hit my desk like Beyoncé – emails flying, to-do list ready, world domination loading… until BAM! Enter: Hormones. Out of nowhere, I’m staring at the same spreadsheet, holding back tears because a font doesn’t look right or may a simple calculation doesn’t make sense to me as my mind does not want to accept it. Confidence? Missing. Motivation? Who’s dis?

Now I’m forcefully pretending to be busy, sometimes doing nothing with great intensity or barely managing to finish what felt like a daily Olympic sprint. On the drive home, my brain is like a confused GPS stuck in a dark tunnel. “Recalculating life decisions…” Over and over. I reach home, emotionally bankrupt and physically fried, hoping for a moment to exhale. But wait! I’m a woman, remember? Rest is optional, societal expectations are not.

The moment I step in, there’s a queue of emotions, people, responsibilities, and unsolicited opinions waiting for me. And in this emotional stampede, I don’t feature anywhere on the list. Wow! My wants, my peace, my feelings – hilarious! Apparently, those are luxuries for people with less estragon.

I hit the bed like a phone on 1% battery, just hoping to recharge before the next meltdown. But no, that would be too easy, isn’t it? Instead, I lie there like a confused potato staring at the ceiling, mentally drafting therapy monologues I’ll never say out loud. I long for a space where I can pour my heart out without needing a reason or a disclaimer. But again, here I am explaining my pain to my own confused soul while telling myself not to expect too much.

Emotional comfort isn’t something that’s ever knocked on my door. After 43 years of being everyone’s favourite backup plan, you’d think I’d have developed immunity to disappointment. If life had a guest list, I’d always be marked as “Maybe.” Priorities really do matter – especially when you realize you’ve spent years being available for people who couldn’t even spell “reciprocate.”

And while these truths have quietly tagged along for most of my life, this so-called midlife crisis seems to be putting them under a cruel spotlight. The things I used to brush off with a half-hearted smile now weigh heavier, stay longer, and hit deeper. It’s like my emotional threshold is thinning, and the questions I’ve always managed to avoid—Why not me? Why never first? Suddenly echo louder than ever. I keep searching for answers that make sense, but all I ever find is silence wearing a polite smile. Some questions, it seems, were never meant to be answered—just endured.

“When Life Gives You Hormones, Make a Cocktail… and Sip It Slowly!”

Here’s the truth, wrapped in a heating pad and sprinkled with sarcasm: Mid-life crisis isn’t something you “fix” or “overcome.” It’s more like an uninvited guest who moves in, raids your fridge, messes up your mental peace, and refuses to leave. And the hormones? Oh, they’re the background music to your personal drama – moody, loud, and completely unpredictable.

But amidst the chaos, confusion, and cravings, there is something oddly beautiful. This phase teaches you to embrace your imperfections, own your mood swings like a pro, and unapologetically put yourself first – at least for few minutes immediately after you wake-up every day. It shows you that it’s okay to break down, restart, and laugh at yourself mid-breakdown.

Because honestly, what’s the alternative? Wait for some imaginary fairy tale version of peace and clarity to arrive? Nope. We live with it. We ride this emotional rollercoaster with extra seatbelts, messy buns, and zero expectations. And just when we think we’ve figured it out… boom! The next-level crisis is probably already warming up backstage.

So, here’s to us – overthinking and over-it but still getting out of bed like the warriors we are. Midlife might feel like a group project we didn’t sign up for, but hey, we’re making it work. One meltdown, one laugh, one silent scream at a time.

“I’m not overreacting. I’m just hormonally multitasking between tears, rage, and existential dread. If hormones had a job title, it would be ‘Chief Chaos Officer!!!”