The Woman Who Knew Everything — And Still Fell Apart

I spent fifteen years sitting across from women in crisis. I knew the research. I understood the biology. I trained other clinicians in how to hold space for women in their darkest seasons. I was the expert. And then my own body brought me to my knees — and I didn't recognize myself.

My Story

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After My Second Child

Something shifted. Not the baby blues the pamphlets warn you about. Something quieter. Heavier. A fog that settled over everything I loved. I'd sit in my car in the parking lot of my own practice, coaching myself to walk through the door.

You know what this is. You know how to fix this.

But knowing didn't fix it. That's the cruelest truth nobody tells you — clinical knowledge and lived experience are two completely different languages. I could diagnose myself fluently. I could not save myself. I was postpartum, professional, and falling apart in slow motion — while my patients sat in my office and called me their lifeline.

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Then Came Perimenopause

I was in my early forties. Successful on paper. Building my practice, leading my community, being a wife and mother and showing up for everyone around me.And I was disappearing. The anxiety came first — not the clean, clinical kind I understood. Something primal. Three in the morning, heart pounding, certain something terrible was coming. Then the rage. A white-hot fury at the unreasonable weight of being a woman who holds everyone together while quietly coming undone. I remember sitting with a patient — brilliant, high-functioning, exhausted — and she said:

I feel like I’m losing my mind and. nobody believes me

I almost cried in that session. Because she was describing me.

What I Learned —
In My Body, Not a Textbook

Hormones are not just chemistry.

They are psychology. They are identity. They are the invisible scaffolding underneath every relationship you have, every decision you make, every story you tell yourself about who you are. When that scaffolding shifts, it doesn’t just affect your body. It affects your sense of self. Your marriage. Your faith. Your capacity to feel joy. And the medical system I had trusted — the system I was part of — had almost nothing to offer me.

They are psychology. They are identity. They are the invisible scaffolding underneath every relationship you have, every decision you make, every story you tell yourself about who you are.

When that scaffolding shifts, it doesn’t just affect your body. It affects your sense of self. Your marriage. Your faith. Your capacity to feel joy.

And the medical system I had trusted — the system I was part of — had almost nothing to offer me.

A pamphlet. A prescription. A ten-minute appointment. Here. This should help. It didn’t.

What Actually Helped

Being seen. Fully. Not just my hormone levels — but my story. Not just my symptoms — but my psychology. Not just my body — but the woman living inside it.

Why I Created TriSage

TriSage was born from the moment I stopped pretending that my credentials protected me from my own humanity.

It was born from fifteen years of sitting with women who were suffering in silence — an then becoming one of them.

I am a Clinical Psychologist and Marriage & Family Therapist. I am a wife and a mother. I have been postpartum and terrified. I have been perimenopausal and invisible. I have walked through menopause and had to rebuild my sense of self on the other side of my own biology.

And I know — with every part of my training and every scar of my lived experience — that women deserve so much more than what we’ve been given.

TriSage exists for the version of me who sat alone in that parking lot and didn’t know where to turn.

This Is What We Do Differently

Most hormone therapy treats your labs. We treat you. TriSage integrates evidence-based hormonal treatment with the psychological support that medicine has always left out. Because your hormones and your mental health are not separate conversations — they never were