I’ve just come back from the UK after my Dad’s funeral, and I find myself in a quieter, more open season than I expected. Staying alone in a hotel, returning to France, and navigating perimenopause has given me space to reflect on where I am in midlife, and where I’m not rushing to be.
Sometimes life stacks several heavy things together, and the achievement isn’t growth or insight – it’s getting through the season without collapsing under the weight of it.
A quiet look back at the health changes that shaped my 2025. From a new Sjogren’s diagnosis to flare ups, Hashimoto’s and a recent bout of diverticulitis, plus navigating my Dad’s end-stage cancer. This is what it feels like to live with the things most people never see.