Menopause is the patriarchy's favorite ghost story.

They whisper: You'll dry up. Fade out. Become irrelevant. Lose your power.

What actually happens? You stop bleeding and start burning.

Not necessarily with rage (though there's plenty of that going around). With clarity. With refusal. With absolute intolerance for anyone's bullshit, including your own.

They didn't warn you it would feel like coming home to yourself.

Of course they didn't.