Reese Rada

Forget couples therapy… just give me the glorious, argument-erasing gift of perimenopause brain fog. 🤣✨

The number of disagreements that have completely evaporated from my memory is probably saving us a fortune. One minute I’m ready to prove my point, and the next minute… what were we talking about again? 😂🤷‍♀️

Perimenopause is wild, but every now and then it throws in an unexpected perk. 🙌

👏 Drop a clap in the comments and tell me your favorite perk of perimenopause. Let’s see if I’m missing out on any good ones! 💕

What in the living millennial nightmare did I just witness? There I was, casually flipping channels, and instead of I Love Lucy or Bewitched, Nick at Nite is now playing The Big Bang Theory. I mean, excuse me—this was supposed to be the land of black-and-white nostalgia, not Sheldon Cooper! 🤨
I’m not crying, you are. My childhood just got bazinga’d. 🤦‍♀️😆🤣

As a 41 year old momma of 2, I’m not sure I would survive without ☕️🍫🍹😴🀄️

Which one is YOUR current nightmare? Comment the emoji 👀

From a perimenopausal mom of 2 who keeps asking the Lord what’s wrong with her 🩷
Spoiler: it’s perimenopause.

Every. Single. Time. The rage at the dishwasher. The 3am wake-ups. The food noise. The forgetting my kid’s name halfway through asking him to clean his room. The crying at literally any commercial.

The Lord finally clapped back: “It’s perimenopause, Reese.”
Three things if this resonated: 🩷 Follow for more honest midlife real talk 💾 Save and send to the friend asking “what is wrong with me lately” 💬 Comment what YOUR sign from the universe would say — I’ll read every one

Midlife reset, but make it realistic.

Some days we are thriving. Some days we are surviving. And some days we are folding laundry on the bed like it’s a full-time job with no benefits.

If this is your current season too, comment: thriving, surviving, or laundry hostage?

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if a man ever tells his wife “all you’re doing is yelling at the dishwasher and sweating all night — pull yourself together” — believe she’s going to remember that.
tag the husband who’d never ⤵️ and share this with the friend who needs to see it.

perimenopause is hard enough without being told it’s a personality flaw. my husband makes every part of this easier — just by being who he is. that’s the bar.
drop a 🤍 if your husband gets it.

perimenopausesupport

Forget gift baskets 👉 This is what midlife birthdays should look like 👀. My sis, , planned the whole afternoon - beading my own Harvest Jewels necklace, drinking Prosecco, dining on charcuterie, and properly celebrating this season of life 🎉💕🎉 Save this for the next time your bestie asks you what you want for your birthday ⤵️

Nobody told me rage at the dishwasher was perimenopause. (Yes, the literal dishwasher.)

The week I called a spatula “the flat thing” on a work call was the week I started taking this seriously. These are what I call hormone tells — random behaviors you’d never connect to your hormones until you do, and then you can’t unsee them.

Save this for the next time you wonder if it’s you. It’s not. And tell me what hormone tells you w had this week - brain fog? Night sweats? Inner ear itching? 🤦‍♀️

Talk to a provider you trust — this is one woman’s story, not medical advice.

Hot take: the "I don't care" movement isn't for me. 👇

I'm 40. I get it. I'm a grown woman — I don't need unsolicited advice on how to live my life.

But I do care about how I present myself. And that's not vanity. That's self-respect.

I spent years fighting anxiety and depression. Not recognizing myself in the mirror. Feeling invisible.

When I started putting effort back into how I looked? It wasn't for anyone else. It was for me.

How I present myself affects how I feel. How I show up. How seriously I take myself.

That's not caring what people think. That's self-respect.

💬 Drop a heart 💙 if you like to feel put together before you leave the house.

"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord." — Colossians 3:23