Why I’m Writing This (Instead of Screaming Into a Pillow)

Because something’s unraveling.
In me. In the country. In women I know and women I don’t.
And I got tired of trying to hold it all together just to look sane.

So I’m writing instead.

This is for every woman who’s one forced smile away from snapping.

It’s where I write about the relentless chaos of midlife: menopause, motherhood, adult children reinvention, rage, identity shifts, relationship reckonings, and that weird perimenopause symptom no one warned you about.

Some days I’ll be funny.
Some days I’ll be furious.
Some days I’ll just be loud enough to scare the algorithm.
But I’ll always be real.

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This is not a self-help newsletter.
This is a self-heard one.

And if you’re still trying to be polite about your own unraveling—this might not be the place for you.

If you’ve ever cracked a joke mid-breakdown, rage-walked just to feel your body, or wondered when exactly you disappeared—you’re in the right place.

I’m Suzy Girard.
I’m not here to fix you.
I’m here to torch the scripts, reclaim the mic, and rewrite what midlife looks like.

I’m not shouting into the void.
I’m starting a voice fire.

Glad you found me.
Now let’s make some noise.