Mid Life Bites

Midlife Bites is the unapologetic, unfiltered podcast for women standing in the messy middle of life where the rules you’ve lived by stop working, the roles you’ve carried feel too heavy, and the version of you in the mirror feels like a stranger.

Hosted by Clinical Psychologist and midlife mentor Kirstin Bouse, Midlife Bites gets real about how midlife “bites” the moments it stings, why it happens, what changes in the fallout, and the surprising clarity that can come after.

Some weeks it’s just Kirstin, cutting through the noise with equal parts fierce truth-telling and deep compassion. Other weeks, you’ll hear from women who’ve lived their own “midlife bite” moments and from experts who understand exactly what’s going on beneath the surface, biologically, psychologically, and socially.

This is not another midlife makeover show. It’s a place to name the hard stuff, strip away the shame, and find your own way forward on your terms.
If you’ve been thinking, “Why the hell don’t I feel like myself anymore?” … you’re in the right place.

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Mid Life Bites

Anymore

September 24, 2026 • music_therapy

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SPEAKER_01 0:34

I forgot I own them. Strooms I said were guilt for those of my name. I'm a turn to cage masks, growing roots back bent under strain. What I thought was luck. Just fear. What I thought was care. Just scars, the ache of bending will. I held it all, but I won't hold it still. I'm not fading, I'm arriving with drums in my chest and fire in my bones. What I lay down now stays behind me. A loss that doesn't mean I lose. I take my crown and my own sea. Anymore is now the promise that I keep. The crown goes down from where I was told I'd never reach. Guarded by false saints, those who needed to keep me small. I wrapped the scepter in my fingers and felt the weight I truly earned. Mother's sisters, women stand in tall. We burned one eat burning not each other anymore. No more mass and playing ice. No more swallowing the blade. No more bending till I break. Just to lighten someone else to shake. With drums in my chest and fire in my bowl. What I lay down stays behind me a lot that doesn't hurt to lose. I take my ground in my own DMC. Any more is now the promise that I keep. I can be soft and still be here. I four applause not to be held up because I choose, because I choose the body new before the mind caught up. So this is not the end of me anymore. It's the me I finally choose. I'm not rebelling for rebellion's sake, just claiming what was always mine today. I'm done fading now. So love comes back more rich, more realized. Take my crown and my own damn seed, and what I lay down stays at my feet a lot. It doesn't hurt to lose. This is not the end of me anymore.

SPEAKER_00 3:55

It's the me I finally true, the me I finally true.

SPEAKER_01 4:10

The me I finally choose.