Menopause & the Art of Becoming Someone New

There’s a moment, maybe several, in menopause where you catch yourself in the mirror and don’t quite recognise the person staring back. The edges of who you used to be blur. The body you’ve known for decades shifts—its rhythms, its needs, its very shape. Sleep grows elusive, moods unpredictable, and the world, at times, feels like a strange and foreign place.

And yet, somewhere beneath the surface, there’s a quiet knowing. A whisper: Something is changing. And it’s not just loss.

We live in a culture that frames menopause as an ending, a slow fading away. The world tells us it’s about depletion, invisibility, and a diminishment of worth. But what if it’s something else entirely? What if menopause isn’t just an ending but a becoming? A shedding of old skins, old roles, old ways of making ourselves small?

In many traditions, this stage of life is seen as a time of deep wisdom, a crossing into a more powerful, rooted self. The self that no longer says yes when she means no. The self that walks away from what no longer nourishes. The self that speaks with a voice unwavering and true.

Of course, the transition isn’t always graceful. It can feel like being caught between worlds—who you were and who you are becoming. The in-between is messy, full of uncertainty and longing. It can stir up grief for past versions of yourself, for doors that quietly closed while you weren’t looking. But it also holds possibility. What if this unravelling is making way for something new? What if menopause is not just an ending but a reckoning—a call to step more fully into yourself?

You are not disappearing. You are becoming.

And that? That is an art.

Therapy can offer space for this kind of reflection. A place to sit with the questions, the discomfort, the shifts happening inside and out. To grieve what is passing while also making space for what’s waiting to emerge.

If you’d like support on this journey, get in touch.

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