Once again, my period kicks my ass. What’s worse, with perimenopause, I never know when it’s coming.
Saturday and Sunday I was MISERABLE, but had no idea why. I sat around, sad and depressed and feeling incredibly lonely and sorry for myself.
As happens each month, I decided I needed therapy and started researching counselors who accept my health insurance.
Today, I actually got my period. No longer depressed, I am a raging lunatic who HATES the world. I don’t need a therapist; I need to be quarantined.
One tiny piece of good news – I will feel better on Thursday……