The conversations that started this app sounded the same. Someone in her forties or fifties woke up
one morning a stranger to her own body — hot at night, fogged in the afternoon, angry at things that did
not used to matter — and went to a doctor who took her blood pressure, asked about her husband, and told
her what she had was "just hormones."
She left with a prescription she did not ask for and a polite suggestion to come back if it got worse.
So she went home, did not get better, and started writing things down. Date, time, what she ate, whether
she had slept. Woke hot, again, second time tonight. Underlined, as if underlining would prove
something.
What we kept hearing — from friends, from mothers, from women in waiting rooms — is that nobody is
looking at this data together. The pattern is there. The mood tracks the cycle. The hot flashes cluster
on the nights with wine. The fog comes the week before. None of it is random. None of it is in her head.
It is data — she just has not had anyone to give it to.
So we are building the thing the notebook was trying to be. You log what you feel. It tells you what it
means. And the next time you sit across from a doctor — yours or someone else's — you can hand them a
page that says, plainly, here is what is happening to me. Not a feeling. A fact.
We hope you do not need it. But if you do, it is on the way.