So for anyone who knows me, they know that I prefer not to talk about any bodily functions.
ANY.
Along with denying I have any functions I also deny they affect me. BUT...... here goes.
I am a freak.
Once a month I turn into a snot-gurgling, whiny troll that hides in dark places and cries over the silliest things. Like spots in the carpet, my pants not reaching my ankle bones, and my husband thinking I'm crazy, even-though-I'm-acting-crazy-but-its-not-his-place-and-stop-looking-at-me-why-won't-you-just-hug-me-god-dammit-not-like-that-a-real-hug-fine-I-don't-want-your-pity-hugs-why-are-you-walking-away, and sometimes even the shape of my eyebrows.
But you know what? I'm not alone. Not even close, it is estimated that 10% of women suffer from PMDD, or Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (here is a link, I care not to essplain: http://www.webmd.com/women/pms/premenstrual-dysphoric-disorder )
Most likely if you came across this article, you just came out of a crazed "OMG this is it, I finally lost it and pushed all of my loved ones away" episode, and are frantically searching the inter-webs for advice (because that helps). Well, I can't help with the PTMSG (Post Traumatic Mood Swing Guilt - totally made that up, BTW), I can tell you that you're not alone.
So hang in there, sister, be aware that this too shall pass (for about 29 days) and know that knowledge is power.
Peace,
Sarindipity.
