My premenstrual symptoms are very similar to the clinical depression I suffered after giving birth to my third baby.
28 days out of 30, I am highly confident, cheerful, reasonably outgoing, organized, and capable. Sure, I might become justifiably upset at someone else’s behavior if they’ve done something shitty, but I can handle it in a rational way. Or I might become sad if something sad happens or whatever.
The other two days, the mere presence of other people around me grates on my nerves. I have difficulty interacting with others in a normal way, without verbally lashing out at them or interpreting all of their behavior as a deliberate attempt to upset or annoy me. I frequently become despondent and depressed, feeling that I have ruined the lives of everyone I’ve come into contact with, particularly my husband and children, that I am worthless as a human being, and that everyone would be better off without me. Minor inconveniences or innocuous statements made by loved ones are enough to set me off into crying jags that last for hours.
Usually, by looking at the calendar or recognizing, “This doesn’t seem like my normal behavior,” I can identify this as hormonal in nature. I have taught myself over the years to just shut my fucking mouth when I am feeling this way. I suffer alone, repeating the mantra over and over again, “This is not real. This will pass.” It doesn’t help with the symptoms, but it does help me avoid saying anything I might regret later. I try to spend as much time alone as possible, and if I’m tempted to post a long emo depressive missive on the Internet, I try to stop myself. (Am not always successful.)
I’d never even heard of PMDD until fairly recently. If it exists, I think I might have it. If it doesn’t exist, well, I have something really shitty. I do regular exercise, I take B-complex vitamins, I drink a lot of water, etc. SSRIs have intolerable side effects for me so that’s out. I just hope it doesn’t get any worse as I age.