Let me start by saying—I’m still becoming. I know that probably sounds like a “duh” statement, lol. But honestly, I hadn’t fully realized how constant that becoming truly is. Every season of life requires us to grieve who we were in order to accept who we’re becoming. God is always doing a new thing. And really, isn’t that the theme of a lifetime?
In fact, Isaiah 43:19 (AMP) puts it this way: “Listen carefully, I am about to do a new thing, now it will spring forth; will you not be aware of it? I will even put a road in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.” That verse is a reminder that even when life feels uncertain or undone, God is creating something fresh, right in the middle of it all.
The menopause transition has made space for deep reflection. And through those reflections, I began to understand that becoming isn’t some one-time event—it’s a lifelong process. Menopause (like most major life transitions) didn’t show up in a neat little package with clear instructions. It came in waves—some gentle enough to float through, others so fierce I thought they might take me under.
Part 1 of this story was about the crash—the mental, emotional, and spiritual breakdown that forced me to stop pretending I was okay. What followed? That part has been messier, slower, and a whole lot harder. And it’s still unfolding.
Because healing doesn’t happen all at once. And it definitely didn’t come from just one place.
When Faith Led Me to Seek Medical Help
Let’s talk about something some of us may have been made to feel ashamed of: asking for medical help.
The hot flashes, night sweats, and countless other symptoms didn’t just disappear. I didn’t pray them away. They slowed down because I made the decision to begin hormone replacement therapy (HRT) at almost 54. And believe me, that decision was an act of faith too. It took courage to admit, “Something’s not right in my body, and I want to feel better. Lord, help me—what should I do?”
Faith doesn’t mean we ignore our bodies or deny ourselves support. In fact, sometimes faith is what gives us the boldness to seek help. There’s no prize for white-knuckling your way through the discomfort of menopause or suffering in silence—especially when there are options available.
There’s nothing you’re facing that you can’t bring to God. So bring Him everything—your questions, your confusion, your frustrations, your fears. Ask. Listen. Trust. And believe He will guide you to the wisdom and help you need.
Dismissed but Not Defeated
One of the most painful parts of this journey was how often I felt dismissed. I remember telling my doctor, “I don’t feel like myself.” I asked for hormone testing, bloodwork—anything that could explain why I no longer felt like me. The response? “There’s no way you’re in perimenopause—you’re too young for that,” or “It’s probably just stress.”
At the time, I was 47. If you’re over 40, chances are good that you might be perimenopausal. Back then, I hadn’t done my due diligence to research the signs and information that would have helped me confidently advocate for myself.
Now, I know there’s only one way to be sure if you’re perimenopausal: getting your hormone levels tested.
Being dismissed doesn’t mean your symptoms aren’t real. You’re not imagining this. You’re not overreacting. And you don’t have to settle for vague answers that leave you still suffering.
Ask for the tests. Ask again if they won’t run them. Get a second opinion. Find a provider who listens—and believes you.
That’s part of the journey, too—using your voice and advocating for your health without guilt or apology.
The Healing Was Layered
There’s no single fix for what menopause disrupts. It’s not just physical—it’s emotional, spiritual, and relational. So my healing came in layers:
- Therapy helped me untangle my thoughts.
- Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) helped regulate my body’s chaos.
- Prayer anchored me when nothing else made sense.
- Community reminded me I wasn’t alone.
- Rest became non-negotiable.
- Boundaries helped me protect my peace.
- Honesty helped me reclaim my story.
Having faith wasn’t a replacement for any of these—it was the thread that held them all together.
Grieving What Was, Becoming What Is.
This is an ongoing struggle for me.
There’s an emotional weight to menopause that we don’t talk about enough.
As I mentioned earlier, I had to grieve the version of me that no longer existed—the one with more energy, fewer aches, and restful nights. I had to face the mirror and ask myself if I still saw beauty, even as my body changed. I had to sit with the anger, the sadness, and those moments of disconnect from myself.
But in that space, after the grief, something new grew beneath the mess. Not the old me. Not some perfect version of me. But a deeper, wiser, more anchored me.
And what a gift that has been—for me and in ways I never expected. Menopause has brought treasures I didn’t know I’d come to cherish: newfound strength, clearer boundaries, and an authentic peace that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Faith in the Fog
Here I am now, 55, postmenopausal, and I still feel lost some days. But the Lord reminds me every day that faith means walking even when the road ahead isn’t clear. God hasn’t always given me loud answers, but He has never left me. Even in the fog, His presence is steady.
And now? I’m learning to trust Him not just in the breakthrough—but in the process of becoming more than I was yesterday.
God’s Timing, Not Ours
I recently talked with a friend who turned 50 a few months ago. She’s facing the same struggle I did few years ago—seeing a longtime doctor dismiss her concerns. Often, the first suggestion instead of hormone testing is depression medication.
Thank God she didn’t settle. She found a new doctor who truly listened and discovered her estrogen was low. She made the courageous choice to start hormone replacement therapy, and I’m hopeful it will help her feel better soon.
Sometimes I wonder if my journey would’ve been easier if I’d had this support earlier—if I’d started HRT just before or around 50 instead of later. But the truth the Lord keeps reminding me is this: all things happen in His perfect timing. My steps are ordered, even when it doesn’t feel that way.
That verse? It’s a promise from God. A reminder that even when our bodies feel weary and our spirits feel worn, He is renewing us as we pray, wait, trust, and move forward one step at a time.
If you’re struggling with frustration or regret, please know you’re not alone, and you’re not behind. Trust the process. Trust that the steps you’re taking right now are exactly where you need to be.
The Woman Still in the Fog
Here’s something we all need to understand: menopause is technically just one day—the day it’s been a full year since your last period. But the journey of menopause, especially post-menopause? It’s long, winding, and often tumultuous. It doesn’t end in a day. It keeps unfolding, layer by layer.
If you’re still wondering who you even are right now, I see you. More importantly, God sees you.
You’re not too late.
You’re not broken.
You’re not behind.
And you are definitely not alone.
Get help. Ask questions. Rest when you need to. Cry if you have to. Pray through it all. And give yourself full permission to drop the shame—because there is nothing shameful about what you’re going through.
Like many women before you and many after you, you’re becoming. And that, my sister, is important work.
Becoming isn’t a destination—it’s a daily faith walk.
💜 Let’s pause here for a moment.
Ask yourself: Where am I becoming? Where do I need support?
Write it down. Talk to God about it. Let this be a step toward advocating for your whole self—body, mind, and spirit.
And if anything I shared today resonated with you—if you’ve felt dismissed, unseen, or stretched thin by this season—I’d love to hear from you.
What unexpected gifts has menopause revealed to you?
Share in the comments or send me a message. We heal better together.
Remember, life is a faith journey.
