“My life is no longer dreary, but full of joy and sunshine”

OR A LONG TIME, IT FELT like the sky was always grey. As a busy mum raising two children, Henry, now 24, and Johnny, now 20, I seemed “fine” to family and friends, but I wasn’t. I was functioning, but there was sadness in my soul. I had forgotten there was sunshine and blue skies above the grey clouds. Grief had settled into my bones. The grief of miscarriage, of divorce and of losing my mum. Then came menopause, leaving me wide awake at night ruminating, feeling as