PMS is real and I'm presently in its wicked grasp.
I'm desperately holding on to not eating. Just a protein shake on deck today which should keep me under 300 calories.
I feel like I'm going crazy the last two days. I haven't had PMS this bad since last summer.
I've been thinking a lot about suicide.
Don't worry, I would never try it (again) but I have just been thinking about it a LOT.
There is a twisted logic that tells me that everything would be better for everyone in my life if I wasn't here.
I know it's the PMS talking.
But sometimes it just feels like it is using the loudest microphone in my head.