There’s something so primal about the intensity I feel before and during my period. The mood swings can be a bitch and a half, but there’s something about feeling so vulnerable that you could cry at every moment. There’s something so beautiful about feeling every emotion at its most raw depth – anger, sadness, happiness, love. Like, when I’m at this point in my cycle one minute I could start crying hysterically cuz I’m that stressed about losing my keys; and the next minute I could be crying cuz I’m looking at pictures of puppies and I just want to love them so. fuckin. much. One minute I could be so seething angry I feel like the hulk bursting out of my clothes, ready to smash anything in my way – all cuz some assholes cut me off on the road. Then the next minute I want to be completely drowned in cuddles with the love of my life, kissing, and becoming sentimental over everything as if it’s our last night together. It’s fuckin ridiculous, and a super dramatic experience; but for as much as I hate it, there’s something so raw and unhinged about my hormones running rampant in this way. There’s something so cleansing about crying this much within a week; you’re literally letting all the bad juju bleed out.
The fact that I just wrote about romanticizing the hormonal experience of PMS clearly shows I’m in the thick of it right now. I need to find some chocolate or something…
This is off topic for my blog but I love this!
I don’t mind PMS, I don’t mind that it affects mood and thoughts and opinions, what I mind is when someone doesn’t recognize/admit that it’s coloring their opinions and lord help the poor idiot dumb enough to dare to point it out. And here you are, rather than trying to stamp it out or hide it, you’re embracing it instead!
I absolutely. love. this.
In fact, right now, this very moment… I don’t have any wine open but I’m going to fix myself a drink and toast you as I press “Reblog”. Your fiance is a lucky man. May you ride every storm together, with exhilaration and lust for life.