Positively Maniacal Sistah

This is probably the last thing you want to read about right now, and I apologize for the content of this post in advance, but I am compelled. Today I have raging PMS. I know, go ahead and check out now if you don't want to hear about it, because I am here to testify.

If you are a man and still reading, PMS is no laughing matter. For me, it involves being in an almost constant state of rage for about 24 hours. But the rage, especially if turned inwards, can quickly become a huge cry-fest and frightening shame spiral. And sometimes it is just plain depression. Feeling like the world is closing in, and you are such a pathetic loser that it doesn't matter if the world crushes you and you disappear forever. Sounds neat, right? I know!

Here is the what really scares me: From what I understand, menopause (or, to be technical, perimenopause) is like basically years of really bad PMS. Years! While trying to cheer me up, my Mom was forced to admit that her symptoms lasted like seven years. Okay, so after one day of feeling like a raving lunatic, I'm wondering how I will possibly survive menopause for even a week. I will probably lose my marbles, my husband, my dog and possibly my job before my body winds down. Holy hell!

Of course, what better thing to think about while you're having raging PMS but something even worse, like PMS that won't go away for a decade? Perhaps it's time to crawl under the bed and wait for these 24 hours to pass.