22/04/2026
Oestrogen is like duct tape and WD40. It patches things up, holds things together, makes everything work just fine.
She’s a high-level Bunnings super-centre floor manager covering for a Target-level team — crickets. As long as she’s on shift, nobody notices the gaps. The poor sleep. The three wines deep on a Tuesday. She was manually overriding the system. Quietly. Efficiently. Without complaint.
In your 30s you were metabolically invincible because of her. She kept your cells flexible enough to handle inflammatory loads. She forced your brain to produce enough memory and word retrieval to remember the word FRIDGE and CUPBOARD. She kept the blood flowing so your recovery was elite and your brain was sharp.
Then she started taking sick days.
And perimenopause doesn’t create your weak spots. It exposes them.
The nutrition gaps. The sleep debt. The depleted minerals. The skipped meals. Oestrogen was covering for all of it.
Now she’s handing you the baton, prepped like an Olympic gold relay team. And if that nutritional handover isn’t there?
The baton hits the floor. That’s the gap.
Swipe to see what holds space when Oestrogen leaves.
Mx.