One week a month, my brain goes berserk.
Life feels painful, slow and tedious. I can’t think. I can’t sleep. I want to drop-kick people for just looking at me the wrong way. I feel like a bitter hag destined to eat frosting and flick cats off the coffee table for the rest of my life. I want to stay in my room, bother-free, until the fog dissipates. But while it’s still there, I’m a grumpy old woman.
The most difficult part about this hell week is remembering that it’s temporary. My life really isn’t in shambles. People, usually, aren’t that annoying. And no, I won’t be the mean old cat lady. But my hormone goggles depict the world in that light. They force my spirits and gaze downward, as if the worst days of my existence are upon me. When the cycle’s over, everything’s sunny again. Remembering that–instead of condemning myself–is crucial.
When raging PMS or general moodiness bogs down your general well-being, focus on the good things around you. Appreciate the simple details of life—a smiling stranger, a compliment, the relaxing feeling of a nighttime walk. Take a bath, read a book, watch a movie. And as counterintuitive as it may seem, opening up to people when you’re in a foul mood can be therapeutic. Be honest and specific about your sour feelings, but don’t let them overtake you. Soon enough, you’ll feel fine again. In the meantime, don’t chop anyone’s head off—or your own!