I was 51 when I stopped recognizing myself.
Not dramatically. Not all at once. It happened slowly — the way a tide goes out. One morning I realized I hadn't slept through the night in eight months. I was waking at 2 a.m., heart racing, completely drenched, staring at the ceiling with a kind of low-level dread I couldn't explain. My husband would ask if I was okay and I'd say yes because I didn't have the words for what was happening. I just knew that somewhere along the way, I had stopped feeling like me.
My doctor ran blood work. Everything came back normal. She suggested antidepressants. I left her office and sat in my car for twenty minutes.
I wasn't depressed. I was in perimenopause — something nobody had thought to mention, despite the fact that I had been describing textbook symptoms for the better part of a year. Twenty-four percent of women in perimenopause are misdiagnosed with anxiety or depression before anyone connects the dots. I became a statistic I didn't know existed.
What followed was eighteen months of trying everything. Magnesium. Melatonin. Ashwagandha. CBD oil. A meditation app I used faithfully for six weeks before giving up. A $200 weighted blanket. I became fluent in the language of wellness — adaptogens, cortisol, nervous system regulation — without actually feeling any better.
I discovered tuning forks by accident.
A friend invited me to a sound bath at a local wellness studio. I went mostly to get out of the house. I lay on a mat in a darkened room while a practitioner moved tuning forks around my body, and something happened that I still find difficult to describe. Something in my chest released. My shoulders dropped. For the first time in months, my nervous system just... exhaled.
I drove home and slept for seven hours straight.
I went back the following week. And the week after that. At $180 a session, it was unsustainable — but I was desperate enough to keep going because nothing else had come close. Between sessions I started researching. I learned about the vagus nerve and how physical vibration activates it. I read about nitric oxide release — the mechanism behind the 1998 Nobel Prize in Medicine. I found small clinical studies on sound therapy and anxiety, on sleep, on pain. This wasn't woo. This was physics working with biology. I just hadn't known it existed.
I bought my first set of tuning forks online for $22. They were steel, poorly calibrated, and fell out of tune within a month. But even with substandard equipment, the results were undeniable.
I spent the next six months testing every set I could find. Comparing materials, frequencies, sustain times. Learning which frequencies had the most research behind them for sleep and anxiety specifically. Talking to sound healing practitioners about what actually worked versus what was marketing. I built a protocol specifically for the menopausal nervous system — which fork, which placement, which sequence — and I tested it on myself every single night.
The night anxiety stopped waking me at 2 a.m. was a Tuesday in November. I remember it clearly because I woke up at 7 a.m. and lay there for a moment trying to remember what had been wrong. Nothing was wrong. I just felt like myself.
Solace Sound exists because I couldn't find the brand I needed when I needed it.
Every tuning fork set I found was designed for musicians or vague "energy work." None of them spoke to the woman lying awake at 3 a.m. who had tried the supplements, seen the doctors, and still felt completely lost in her own body. None of them acknowledged menopause at all.
So I built it.
The Solace set uses the four frequencies I found most effective in my own recovery — calibrated to professional standards, made from aerospace-grade aluminum that holds its pitch for life, and packaged with a step-by-step guide written specifically for women in perimenopause and menopause. Everything I wish had existed when I needed it most.
This isn't a miracle cure. I want to be honest with you about that. Solace works best alongside everything else you're doing — your HRT, your therapy, your supplements, your walks, your friendships. It's one powerful tool in a toolkit. But it's the tool I reach for at 2 a.m. when nothing else is available. And it's the tool that, more than anything else, helped me feel like myself again.
If you're in the middle of it right now — exhausted, dismissed, quietly wondering what happened to the woman you used to be — I built this for you.
You're not broken. Your body is just asking for something different.
— Sarah, Founder Solace Sound
A few things we believe at Solace:
We believe menopause is not a disease to be managed but a transition to be supported. We believe women in midlife deserve solutions that actually work, not platitudes. We believe you should feel the difference before you decide — which is why every order comes with a 60-night money-back guarantee, no questions asked. And we believe the woman who wakes up at 2 a.m. deserves something she can reach for in the dark that actually helps.
That's why we're here.