oh yeah, make no mistake--I am in full blown midlife perimenopausal mid-life crisis freakout. It's low key and low stakes; I'm happily divorced, I never want for a lover or a friend (separately or in the same person), I have a rich, lovely life and nothing that is passing away is the sort of thing that would leave me with regrets. But I am definitely slightly out of my mind right now, walking around in my high school body, looking gorgeous AND older and trying to keep myself from feeling like those are mutually exclusive, grappling with what it means to me be a middle aged woman and living with the intensity of my emotions just turned WAY up.
It's got me slamming random peptides that promise to optimize my mitochondria. I don't actually really believe that's necessary, but it's certainly entertaining. I AM gonna stop after this, though, and go back to just Klow and Tirzepatide. And my tiny dose of Survo. And maybe epitalon. Shut up.