What often strikes me about women like Sara is that they persevere for an incredibly long time. Only when it becomes genuinely impossible do they allow themselves the space to reflect on what their body has been trying to convey all along.
I distinctly remember when Sara reached out to me for an initial consultation. She explained that she had been feeling adrift for quite some time and was struggling with hot flushes and night sweats. Her mood was under strain, and it was starting to affect those around her. She made it clear that she couldn’t continue like this any longer.
At our first appointment, she arrived in a rush. She had been caught in traffic after leaving a meeting early to ensure she was on time. I could instantly sense how tense she was. She was still visibly on edge. It wasn’t until she had removed her coat, silenced her phone, and settled down with a warm cup of tea that her story began to unfold.
For about three years, she had noticed changes taking place. The hot flushes were becoming more severe, her nights increasingly restless, and during the day, she felt less sharp. This was far from ideal, particularly as, in her role as an estate agent, she needed to stay on top of her game and maintain a clear perspective. She confided that she was making more and more mistakes, which was uncharacteristic for someone who was used to having everything under control. In the past, she seemed to thrive under pressure. She carried significant responsibility and was the person others depended on. Now, however, she sometimes found herself longing to retreat under her duvet and avoid everything altogether. This left her feeling insecure and anxious. She no longer recognised herself.
At one point, with tears in her eyes, she expressed that she felt as though those wretched hormones were ruining her life.



