The Body Is Calling
Stop Letting Everyone Else Answer for You
Lately, my feed has been full of talk about the body.
Perimenopause. Menopause. Symptoms, remedies, warnings.
Maybe it’s just my algorithm, or maybe it’s that my friends and I are all circling the same age, but the conversation is everywhere.
And it’s not just online.
Earlier this summer, I sat with a group of women comparing notes: hot flashes, brain fog, night sweats.
Every story punctuated with the same line: “It’s menopause.”
And honestly? It gave me the ick.
Not their experiences - those are real and deserve space.
It was the way everything was being funneled through the same diagnosis.
Like the number of years we’ve been alive is suddenly the loudest voice in the room, telling us what we should feel, who we should be, what box to check off next.
Of course biology shifts as we age. Cycles slow. Hormones ebb and flow. That’s real.
But naming it “menopause” like it’s an illness to be endured?
That’s not the story my body is telling me.
Everyone’s got something to say about the body.
Everyone’s got something to say: advice, tips, hashtags, menopause guides.
Whole industries built around telling us what’s “supposed” to happen to us at certain ages.
But — duh! — the call is coming from inside the house.
Are you brave enough to pick up?
Because here’s what I know: I don’t need an external source to tell me what’s going on in a system I live in 24/7.
I don’t need TikTok doctors, wellness coaches, or a calendar year to define how I should feel.
The narrative says: “You’re in your 40s, you should be sagging, slowing, tired, confused.”
I call bullshit.
Here’s what my body has been saying lately:
• My skin? Still glowing (thank you, ancestors).
• My sense of culture and style? Still alive, still current.
• Sadness, fear, worry, stress? The imprint of grief, loss, and shock to the system.
• Shortness of breath? Trauma living in my chest and breath.
• Brain fog and fatigue? My body waving the flag of exhaustion and imbalance.
• Anxiety and panic? A nervous system on high alert, louder than reality.
• Over-responsibility? An old belief whispering that it’s all on me.
The difference now is that I’m actually listening. Instead of dismissing or pathologizing these signals, I’m treating them as messages - my body dialing in, asking me to pick up. And little by little, I’ve started answering back.
Here’s what that looks like in practice:
🌸 Bach Flower Essences (Cerato, Elm, Agrimony, Honeysuckle, Walnut, Wild Oat, Sweet Chestnut)
To steady doubt, ease hidden worry, adapt to change, release the past, and bring light to darker moments.
To quiet my nervous system, soften anxiety, and remind my gut–mind connection it doesn’t have to carry everything alone.
To help my liver and gallbladder do their quiet daily alchemy — clearing tension, lightening what feels heavy.
To untangle the grip in my belly and chest, where grief and worry often land first. A gentle reminder that my emotional body and physical body are never separate.
☀️ Vitamin D
To give me back the sunlight, to lift mood and remind me joy is chemistry too.
So yeah. The call is coming from inside the house.
Not from society. Not from an algorithm.
From me.
And this time, I’m picking up.