🎃 The Spooky Side of Menopause: Things That Spooked Me Going Through It So Young 👻

They say Halloween is the season for things that go bump in the night — but no one warned me that the real fright fest would arrive long before the trick-or-treaters: menopause at 31.

When I was first told I had Premature Ovarian Insufficiency (POI), it felt otherworldly — like my body had turned into a haunted house overnight, and I hadn’t been given the keys.

Here are a few of the spookiest moments that caught me off-guard on this journey…

🧛‍♀️ 1. The Night Sweats of the Living Dead

Forget vampires — I was the one waking up drenched at 3 a.m., peeling back the sheets like a crime scene investigator. Was it the full moon? A ghostly chill? Nope. Just my hormones (or lack of them) playing tricks again.

🕯️ 2. The Disappearing Period Trick

One month it was there, the next — poof! Gone, like a magician’s finale. Except instead of applause, there was confusion, panic, and the creeping sense that my body had pressed fast-forward without asking.

🧟 3. The Brain Fog Curse

Ever walked into a room and forgotten why? I started doing that five times a day. My once razor-sharp focus turned to mush — like a zombie version of myself, staring blankly at my to-do list, wondering who stole my brain.

🕸️ 4. The Emotional Poltergeist

One minute I was fine. The next, I was sobbing into a cup of tea because the cat looked too content. Hormonal chaos felt like being haunted by invisible hands — joy, rage, grief — all knocking over the furniture of my mind.

💀 5. The Ghost of Fertility Future

Perhaps the most chilling part of early menopause was the sudden, eerie silence where possibility used to be. That moment of realisation — that something fundamental had ended far sooner than it should have — was grief in its rawest, most haunting form.

🕸️ But Here’s the Twist Ending…

Like every good ghost story, there’s light at the end of the tunnel. Once the fear settled, I realised that menopause hadn’t stolen my life — it had just rewritten the script.

It forced me to pause (quite literally), to rebuild, and to find power in understanding my body on new terms. And now? The things that once spooked me have become the stories that connect me to others — the brave, beautiful souls walking through the same haunted corridors and coming out stronger on the other side.

🩸 Trick or Treat, Hot Flush Repeat

So this Halloween, when you see witches and monsters roaming the streets, spare a thought for the real supernatural survivors — the women whose bodies have weathered hormonal storms, night sweats, and brain fog, and still rise every morning ready to face the world.

Because let’s face it — menopause is terrifying, but it’s also proof that we’re tough enough to dance with our demons and still smile through the mist.

🕯️ Happy Halloween, from the (not so) ghostly side of menopause. 👻