Hormones. They can be a bitch. We all know that. I have known for a while that something just really wasn't right with mine. You would think postnatal depression which is largely a hormonal issue would have raised some red flags. You would think that I should know by now to trust my gut and push for answers when I know something is wrong. Live and learn, Katy... PMS/PMT, whatever you want to call it, is obviously a thing. Huge numbers of women become cranky, moody, irritable, bloated and desperate for comfort food before and during their period. Me? I become a monster. So. Much. Rage. My anxiety takes hold of my heart, my lungs, my throat and squeezes until I can hardly get through a day. My impatience reaches unforeseen levels, my bottomless pit of hunger is never satisfied, my emotional outbursts are multiple and the tears over ridiculous things can seem endless. I feel like the worst person in the world when I'm going through it. I know I am unpleasant to ...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.