Somewhere between being a silent warrior for my son, constantly explaining neurodiversity to professionals who should know better, and crying in the car on lunch breaks…I snapped.

Not in a dramatic Hollywood way. More in a “resigned from my job and emotionally collapsed in my dressing gown”, kind of way.

That’s when Midlife Madness was born. It became a coping mechanism, part of rebellion, part digital diary of one mum’s attempt to stay afloat while everything around her is a bit chaotic and uncertain.

The plan for my life?

It included family holidays, meaningful work, and stylish shoes. What I got was burn out, bedtime battles and a house that smells like burnt toast and wet dog. But I’m still here. Still showing up. Still shouting “Don’t eat that!” into the abyss.

Who is this for?

This is for the women who:

Put everyone else first…and then forget who they were.

Thought midlife would come with more peace, not more pick up times.

Are trying to heal, hold it together, and maybe, just maybe start dreaming again.

Feel too much, do too much, forget too much…and are somehow still standing.

You’re not too much. You’re doing too much, often people who don’t notice (yet). I see you.

Why I’m Here:

To laugh. To rage a little. To create something of my own that doesn’t ask me to be quiet, polite or Pinterest perfect.

This is my space. It might be messy. It might shout or swear. It might have big feelings. But its honest. And that’s enough for me.

Love,

Diane Dennis x

Still winging it because midlife didn’t come with a manual, just the wrong colour sippy cup, brain fog and a never ending to do list.