About Franky Wilder

I didn't know what was happening to me. I just knew I was disappearing. It was like waking up over and over again in someone else's body, someone else's hell.

Piece by piece — my clarity, my energy, my sense of self — slipping through my fingers like fog I couldn't grasp.

I was enraged. Exhausted. Disconnected. Numb, but also on fire.

I was told it was anxiety. Depression. A sleep disorder. Maybe even ADHD. I was given pills, labels, referrals. More pills. More labels.

No one mentioned perimenopause. Not one doctor. Not one woman in my life. NOT ONE. Not one accessible resource in the considerable amount of time I spent looking.

I had spent two decades in high-stakes technology, strategy, and leadership — environments where clarity and performance are not optional. I studied at Stanford. I was trained in systems thinking, decision frameworks, and the interpretation of complex human variables. I knew how to find a bottleneck, isolate a variable, debug a failing system.

But the most important system I was responsible for — my own biology — had become a black box I couldn't crack — a biological, cognitive risk.

The brain fog didn't feel like aging. It felt like a cognitive bottleneck with no documentation.

The 3am wake-ups weren't "just stress". They felt like a breakdown in recovery architecture.

The weight gain, the rage, the heart that raced for no reason (I thought I might die from what I thought might be a fatal panic attack), the skin that crawled, the words that vanished mid-sentence — none of it made operational sense. And when I went looking for explanations, I found two deeply unsatisfying extremes: clinical information stripped of lived reality, influencer hype, or wellness narratives detached from physiology.

Neither reflected the experience of a self-realized woman expected to function, decide, lead, and perform at a high level while her body was staging a coup.

So I hit a wall. Then I hit it again. And finally I said: enough.

If no one was going to talk about this honestly, I would. If the information didn't exist in a form that respected the intelligence of the women who needed it, I would build it.

Menopossy is the resource I could not find.

An education-first platform built on one core belief: perimenopause is not a personal failure. It is a neuroendocrine transition requiring a new/updated operating model — and every woman navigating it deserves a clear, honest, evidence-aware explanation of what is happening and why.

Menopossy operates between two common but insufficient information models — the clinical information that is technically correct but inaccessible, and the wellness media that is accessible but imprecise. Menopossy exists in the space between them: rigorous enough to be trusted, human enough to be useful.

What Menopossy does:

Menopossy does not diagnose. It does not treat. It clarifies, organizes, and translates — because we have to translate chaos and confusion before we can transform it into clarity.

My perspective is not clinical. It is analytical, integrative, translational, and data-driven.

My academic work at Stanford focused on systems thinking, decision frameworks, and the interpretation of complex human variables. Those disciplines now inform everything I do here — the way I read research, the way I structure explanations, the way I think about biological risk management and decision architecture in midlife.

I am not a physician. I am a woman who went looking for honest information and didn't find it, so I built the platform that should have existed five years ago. Now it does.

I understand the experience of sitting across from a doctor who looks at you blankly when you say the word perimenopause. Of being handed a prescription for anxiety when what you needed was an explanation. Of being expected to perform at full capacity while managing a physiological transition that nobody warned you about and nobody around you was talking about.

I built Menopossy for that woman and if you are reading these words, that woman is you. Because she, you, and me are not alone. We are, statistically, the majority.

No hype. No fear-based urgency. No reduction of midlife women's experiences into listicles, fat-blasting fad diets, or the suggestion that we need to "reclaim" our edge. We NEVER lost it.

Only evidence-aware interpretation. Physiological clarity. And the honest, unsentimental respect that this experience — and the women navigating it — deserve.

You are not losing your mind. You are biologically bamboozled — and there is a precise explanation for every single thing that is happening to you.

That's what Menopossy is here to provide.

Grounded in current menopause research and clinical guidance from leading medical organizations.