Perimenopause does not ask for a written invitation. It arrives without warning and, before you realize what’s happening, starts messing with your metabolism, ransacking your relationships, and sabotaging your sleep and sense of self.
In P is for Perimenopause: The ABCs of a Hormonal Hellscape, each letter pairs irreverent, deeply relatable humor with colorful, emotionally observant illustrations to name a symptom, behavior, or cultural absurdity with striking specificity. From brain fog and baffling body changes to late-night overthinking and quiet, simmering rage, the book reflects the experience in a way that seems both ridiculous and unmistakably familiar.
Structured as an escalating, alliterative alphabet, the book builds from early confusion to full-system overload, expanding beyond the A–Z with a brutally honest glossary, a full-body diagram of everything that seems to be going wrong, all-night search histories, and survival-kit essentials.
This is a book to be read aloud, laughed over, and passed among friends. It names the chaos, the rage, the weirdness, and the quiet panic with honesty and humor, giving women a way to feel seen and a little less alone.
