Monday, November 4, 2019

Crying in the car

It's 9:25, but my car's clock says 10:25 because I haven't changed it since daylight savings. It's dark. Better Than Ezra is playing on the stereo. I'm sitting here in my driveway crying my eyes out. Crying my eyes out for no reason. And it sucks.

PMDD is so frustrating! I have an amazing life; I'm very blessed. However, my brain is telling me that life is horrible. I am a daughter of God and I know I have value, but I am thinking that I do everything wrong and no one needs me. Overall I had a good day, but all I can focus on is: my kids didn't listen, that I messed up on a task I was asked to complete, that my friend didn't text me back, that today's schedule had to be rearranged... so I'm frustrated, I feel unloved, that I'm always messing up, that I'm a bad mom, etc. I can't trust my own thoughts. It's maddening.

The medicine I'm on to regulate my hormones has been good for me. The only downside is every 3 months when my hormones drop (AKA I have a period). My body is all mixed up until my hormomes are stable again. If I'm honest it's hell once every 3 months.

On the positive side having PMDD keeps me humble. It forces me to reach out to God. I plead for strength and comfort. And hopefully it puts me in a position to empathize and help women around me who go through the same thing.

So if you're having or have ever had a 'crying in the car at 10:25 pm bawling your eyes out while Better Than Ezra plays and you use all the tissues in the glove box' kind of moment, please know you're not alone. There are other women who understand what you're going rhrough. Keep fighting. Keep the faith. You can do this.