You're sitting in your car in the Whole Foods parking lot, and you can't remember why you came here. The list is on your phone, but your mind is somewhere else entirely - replaying yesterday's work meeting, rehearsing tomorrow's difficult conversation, calculating whether you can squeeze in your kid's dentist appointment between your deadline and the thing you forgot you volunteered for. Your chest feels tight. Your jaw hurts. And you're exhausted in a way that sleep doesn't seem to fix...

The Moment You Realize You Sound Like Your Mother (And Not in the Good Way) It happens in the Whole Foods parking lot in Westport. You’re loading groceries while your daughter melts down about missing gymnastics for a dentist appointment. And then you hear it - your own voice, sharp and dismissive: "Stop being so dramatic. You're fine." The words hang in the air. Those are your mother's words, your grandmother's words, probably stretching back generations of women who were taught that...

Let me paint you a picture that might feel eerily familiar: You're lying in bed at 3 AM, heart racing like you've just run a marathon… except you haven't moved. Your mind is spinning through an endless loop of worries - some rational, most, let’s face it, not - and you're wondering if you're losing your mind. Plot twist: you're not. You're likely experiencing perimenopause anxiety, and trust me when I say you're in excellent (and extensive) company. In my therapy practice in Southport,...