Perimenopause has introduced me to a very specific and rather humbling experience: walking into a room with purpose, only to immediately forget why I am there. It isn’t a vague sense of confusion, more of a full system shutdown. I have lost count of the amount of times where I have stopped and just stood there, staring blankly at a cupboard and hoping the reason might simply reveal itself if I just wait long enough.
The same thing often happens mid-sentence. I will be halfway through a perfectly reasonable thought when my brain suddenly decides it has done enough for the day. The sentence just… stops, and whatever I had planned to say packs up and goes on holiday.

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