Part Three - Three Part Hormone Story 2nd My second book pitch idea

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Three Part Hormone Story 2^nd book pitch idea (contact me via email if interested )

Part Three

Perimenopause — Hit by a Bus

Then perimenopause arrives

and it’s like being hit by a bus.

The hormones start to leave you,

one by one,

and the strong system that worked and worked

lets the cogs slip.

Suddenly it doesn’t work anymore.

One minute you’re strong, powerful, confident —

the next,

a volcano in your throat,

words stuck,

the switch flipping without warning.

You leave the room discombobulated,

and the switch flips again.

And again.

If you’re really unlucky,

your daughter gets PMDD,

and you realise the cycle repeats —

mini Footnote:

I am ND, undiagnosed, unsupported.

She got PMDD — a clinical, brutal condition.

And Undiagnosed ND,(taught to mask)

And the sadness is that the cycle still repeated.

the shit you thought had no name

suddenly has one.

Then your daughter hits menopause

before you do.

Hormones, hormones —

working strong,

then gone.

They come on fast

and you come undone.

The cogs slip,

fall out of place,

and before you know it

you’ve lost the race.

Strong and gone today.

Repeat.

Footnote — Publisher Ready Concept Paragraph

Three Part Hormone Story is a poetic memoir told in three movements: the silent 70s childhood where periods had no language; the frantic adult years where hormones quietly held everything together; and the violent arrival of perimenopause, where the system collapses and the generational cycle reveals itself. Through raw stanzas and sensory truth telling, Alison maps the hormonal journey of mother and daughter, showing how silence becomes inheritance and how naming becomes liberation. This is midlife, ND wiring, trauma, humour, and survival — written in fragments that finally find their form.

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