You're awake at 3am again, too hot, then too cold.
You walked into the kitchen and forgot why. You've taken your cardigan off and put it back on four times in one meeting. And somebody has already told you it's just your age.
It might well be your age. You still don't have to put up with it.
I'm going through perimenopause myself, so I know how strange it is when your own body stops making sense.
