I posted something on Facebook about being possibly peri- or full on menopausal, and received the most thoughtful comments. And messages.

I haven’t known how to revisit this blog. Thought of making others. Have made others.

But this is my writing home.

And like I said, I started writing to be a voice in the night. Or the day.

My favorite writers were Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume, Ann M. Martin, Stephen King.

People who create/d characters — people — who were complicated, and turned my world alive as a kid, then in my 20s.

That takes courage.

I don’t know if I have that courage at this present time, but all the people who commented on my post, and messaged me have given me hope.

Maybe I can try again.

I’m not the same person that I was in 2005, when I started blogging. I think I’ve shared most of my stories, but maybe not. Maybe I need more courage fuel to share more, because when I talk to people, I’m all Alexis Rose.

I’ve told a lot of stories, but think I have a lot more to share.

Hope so. I know that one meant something to someone who sadly passed.

And really, writing and sharing aren’t about ego. Maybe some will read this and be like this bitch again?

But maybe someone reading, and especially as I gain courage to share the thoughts, the everything in my head and soul that’s been going on in the past years?

Maybe it could be a voice in the night. A reminder that you’re not along.

And that menopause freaking sucks.

Hi, folks. I used to be 29 and now I’m almost 49.

This life is a terrifying journey. But you aren’t alone.