All about me

 Hi, 

I’m Rachel, a 52-year-old kiwi chick living in Hong Kong. I’m a writer, a mother of two teenagers and the partner of a wonderful 52-year old man who I’ve been with for (gulp) 33 years now. 

I’m also bipolar and right in the middle of menopause. The last few years with COVID and menopause hitting at the same time have not been easy. I’ve experienced both anxiety and depression, as well as full-blown mania like I haven’t had experienced since before my children were born. 

For Christmas 2024, my husband bought me a Masterclass subscription. I think he imagined I would teach myself to become a gourmet Indian chef. Instead, I started my Masterclass journey with ‘The Magic of Menopause with Halle Betty’ and I was hooked. There is help out there, and if we learn everything that menopause experts and campaigners have to teach us, this journey into old age can be fun, inspiring and empowering. 

Ageing is a gift. Not everyone gets to do it. 

So here I am, telling my story. If you’re bipolar, menopause will be a challenge for you in a way it might not be if you didn’t have an underlying mental health condition. 

And even if you’re not bipolar, this time of life comes with its mental health challenges.

So I’m sharing what I’ve learnt along the way. No holds barred. 

I really hope it helps you. Any questions, any comments - please get in touch.


Love,

Rachel 

Comments

  1. CmmbApril 6, 2025 at 11:20 AM

    Looking back at my own journey, this post makes me wonder how much of what was going on was due to menopause and how much due to other things in my life at the time

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