Turning up, remembering birthdays, never making it all about you. Lovely qualities, until being thoughtful quietly becomes never saying no. We are both prone to people pleasing, and we both know the small, furious voice that arrives later asking: what about me? Some of our most familiar coping patterns look remarkably like being nice. Here is how to tell the difference between caring about a friend and disappearing inside the friendship.

There was, for example, Gibraltar. Our friendship has survived rows, distance, small children and one threat to emigrate. It has also changed, as most midlife friendships do. Social worlds shrink quietly. People move, jobs change, weekends get complicated. So perhaps the question is not whether you need a dramatic friendship cull, but what you actually need from friendship now, and whether the relationships in your life are giving you enough of it.

Do women become invisible after a certain age? We did not agree. One of us said no, look around. The other said yes, sometimes I do feel it. Once we got into it, we realised we were not talking about the same thing at all. Visibility can mean being found attractive, being listened to, having a role, feeling useful, or simply mattering. Perhaps the better question is not whether women disappear, but what happens when the particular way we were used to being seen begins to change.

After years of colouring her roots, one of us stopped at 48. Friends loved it. Strangers had opinions. Two young men in a bar in Leeds looked at us, pointed, and announced: Mother. Daughter. Funny, and also quietly shocking. Underneath the laughing sat a bigger question about what happens when the way other people see us starts to change, and how we tell the difference between choosing something and reacting to shame.

I thought I knew what recovering from a hysterectomy would look like. Pain. Rest. Wounds healing. What I hadn't thought through was doing all of that while being dropped, instantly, into surgical menopause. This is a diary of the first nineteen days: the bruising and the bloating, the hot flushes, the words that simply aren't there any more, and the slow realisation that at 48 I now have to think about my bones. Candid, unpolished, and absolutely not medical advice.

You promise yourself this time will be different — and yet, here you are again. If you've ever wondered why you keep ending up in the same place, you're in good company. Here's the kinder schema therapy explanation for why we get stuck, and why real change is more possible than social media makes it look.