A day in the life of PMDD
I had a bad night. It was time to get Oscar to sleep. He was unsettled, in a happy to be alive excited kind of way. Which was awesome. he went to bed…. Eventually. Although it took a few times and a lot of support from James as I was giving myself permission to crash but trying to remain present enough to be in mum mode just in case. He got up a few times with an abundance of excuses as every 7 year old does sometimes. I asked James to play piano because I felt myself slipping and spiralling. Music, or light, unpressurised touch are good anchor points for me to cling onto reality. PMDD is like having all the worst narratives circulating and spending a lot of mental energy batting them off. I’ve become quite good at it. It takes a great deal of awareness but I’m doing it. I actually thought, if I got good at that perhaps there wouldn’t be an issue. I thought if I took the prescribed drugs, I thought if I came off the prescribed drugs and took loads of supplements, i th...