_{Hi, I’m Vic and at age 40, I went to the doctor expecting answers. He prescribed… evening primrose oil. I left thinking, “Great. I’m falling apart and getting salad dressing as medicine.”}

_{By 47, I’d lost my spark. Crying daily, hiding from people, forgetting where I left my phone (spoiler: it was in the fridge). I had acne like a teenager, hot flushes like a dragon and brain fog so bad I once tried to unlock my door with a Tampon.}

_{Menopause didn’t knock, it bulldozed me.}

_{But here’s the twist: I’m now 53, five years post-menopause and back in the Happy Lane - with a vengeance. I’m sharing the madness of menopause, because menopause will touch everyone, yes, even you gents pretending you don’t know what a period is.}

_{If laughter is the best medicine, strap in, no primrose oil required.}

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