Why Am I Crying
for No Reason?

This book began at a kitchen table, not in a clinic. It began with my wife — crying over something small, apologising for it, and telling me she didn't recognise herself anymore.

I had spent years in nursing. I had sat with hundreds of women who described the same thing in different words, and who were quietly told it was stress, or age, or their imagination. Watching it happen in my own home is what turned an observation into a mission.

I wrote the book I wished someone had handed her: no jargon, no cold clinical distance — just clear explanations, real stories and practical steps, written by a nurse who understands.