Exhausted in a way sleep couldn't fix. Snapping at people I love over nothing. Losing my words mid-sentence. Lying awake at 3am. My doctor called it perimenopause — and told me to learn to live with it. I didn't accept that.
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Before we go any further
Read what follows — not as a list of medical symptoms, but as a description of your day.
If you recognized yourself in more than two of those statements, the rest of this page was written for you.
Why this journal exists
I was 42 when my symptoms started. Brain fog. Waking up at 3 a.m. An irritability I didn't recognize as my own. My memory failing mid-conversation. My doctor had a word for it: normal. She told me it was perimenopause. That I'd get used to it. I walked out of her office, sat in my car, and for the first time in months, I cried. Not from sadness. From resistance. I hadn't spent forty-two years building a life just to learn how to survive my own days.
What my doctor had never told me is that perimenopause directly affects the brain — not just the hormones. What you're experiencing is neurological, measurable, and has specific causes that conventional medicine rarely addresses. Once I understood that, I stopped wondering if I was losing my mind. And I started looking for answers.
I spent two years reading, testing, and documenting. I changed things about my diet, my sleep, and the way I moved my body. And at the end of those two years, I found something I never saw coming. Something my doctor had never once mentioned. Something that completed my transformation in a way nothing else had.
I went back and forth for a long time before saying anything publicly. Because the first time a friend mentioned it to me, I said no — flat out. Now I understand why she kept pushing.
This journal exists so you don't have to spend two years searching on your own for what took me two years to find.
— Sarah Dunning
"I wish someone had handed me this journal the day my doctor told me to learn to live with it. So I wrote it for you."
What you'll be able to do
I documented everything in the order I lived it. Two years of research. 90 days of protocol. And one discovery I truly did not see coming.
What women are saying
"I started reading the journal on a Sunday evening, just to see. It was past midnight and I was still going. The section on BDNF — I had to read it three times because it described exactly what I was experiencing but had never been able to put into words. For the first time in two years, I felt like someone actually understood what was happening in my head."
"I had been waking up at 3 a.m. every night for eighteen months. I'd tried melatonin, herbal teas, everything. I followed what Sarah describes in the journal. By the third week, I slept five full nights in a row. Five. I had forgotten what that felt like."
"What I love is how practical it is. Not just 'eat better and move more.' Clear explanations of why things work. A specific protocol to follow. For the first time since my symptoms started, I feel like I have a real plan — not just a list of things to try."
"My doctor told me the same thing she told Sarah. I was 44 and coming home from work in tears two nights a week without knowing why. After reading the journal, I understood that I wasn't losing my mind. My brain was simply running low on resources. That shift in perspective changed something fundamental in the way I saw myself."
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Every day spent in the fog is one less day being fully present — for yourself and for the people you love. You deserve better than learning to simply survive your own days.
I asked myself every morning who I had become. I was losing my words. I couldn't sleep. I'd snap at people I love and then hate myself for it. I didn't know if it was permanent.
I found something. And I documented all of it so you don't have to spend two years searching alone for what took me two years to find.