I'm having a really bad day.
One where I have to fight the urge to hurt myself.
The last time I had a day like that was just over a month ago, and it ended up with me having scratches all over my body and laying on the floor while my husband tried to calm me down.
(WANNA BE MY FRIEND? I'm a lot of fun! Really!)
It had been years since that had happened before and I'm not sure why it's happening again. I'm noticing a pattern of SEVERE PMS and I can't help but think that's what the problem is.
I don't want to believe it's anything more than that because, I'M HAPPY, DAMNIT.
So, why am I crying FOR NO REASON? And, why do I feel like ripping my hair out?
I won't give into this. I won't. I'll call people, I'll go for walks, I'll EAT CHOCOLATE, I'll write, I'll kiss my children, I'll pray, I'll go buy a new outfit, I'll do situps, or butt crunches... whatever it takes because I refuse to let this ugliness win.
I refuse to believe the lies swirling around in my head right this very minute.
Instead, I will hold onto what my husband said last night when I was crying...
"Baby, stop saying those things about yourself, you're loved, sweetie, revel in that."
He's right, and so, I will.







Hormones. They are wicked. I started a hormone cream for all of the above symptoms but I am going to have some tests done to see what hormones I may be lacking. Its the joy of peri-menopause which can start 10 years before meno pause!!! God, getting old is such fun!!