Entering your mid-to-late 30s is entering No Man's Land. There is a newfound isolation that hits from nowhere. You were living life oblivious to what was waiting around the corner, ignorant to the inevitable reality that awaits — and all of a sudden you are stuck out there on your own in this new territory. The friendships you took for granted in your 20s, those you relied so heavily on in your early 30s, may still exist — but they appear to exist on the border of this new land you seem to...

I’ve tried therapy a couple of times now, and I just can’t seem to get it right. I’m not sure if it’s me, the therapist, or this unrealistic expectation of what therapy should look like—and the impact it’s supposed to have on my life. One thing is for sure: it almost feels like no therapist I speak to can handle the emotional trauma dump that comes with POI. But the frustrating part is, I don’t want to talk to a therapist solely about POI. I don’t want a fertility specialist. I want to talk...

I started a new job this week. On paper, that’s a good thing. A normal thing. The kind of life update people congratulate you for. But instead of excitement, the main feeling that followed me all week was unease. Not panic exactly. Just a low, steady hum in the background. Like my body was trying to tell me something my mind hadn’t quite figured out yet. What surprised me most is that I’ve never really thought of myself as an anxious person. Anxiety used to be something I heard other people...