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I hate being a woman sometimes. Seriously, do you know how frustrating PMS (premenstrual syndrome) can be? It’s like an emotional rollercoaster that I never signed up for. I usually experience PMS about a week or two before my period starts, and then, when my period finally arrives, I have to deal with the actual pain. That adds up to almost 3 weeks of emotional chaos. So, yeah, it sucks.

The only silver lining is that my emotions are usually more stable during my period than they are during PMS. And thankfully, my PMS isn’t always the same each month. Sometimes it’s mild, and other times it feels like my emotions are in complete shambles.

I remember this one time, out of nowhere, a friend of mine blurted out: 

“I think I need to see a Psychiatrist. I feel so depressed”

Then she burst into tears. I sat there, trying to comfort her, asking what was wrong and offering support. The next day, she came to me and said:

“Okay, false alarm. I got my period today.”

We both laughed so hard because, honestly, if you’re a woman, you get it. It’s that moment when you realise your entire breakdown was just PMS playing tricks on you.

For me, PMS is a mix of self-loathing, existential dread, and irrational irritation toward everything and everyone. One minute, I’m fine; the next, I’m convinced my life is falling apart. Things from a decade ago that I barely think about suddenly have me sobbing. My mind spirals:

“My best friend hates me. Jack is planning to leave me. I feel fat and ugly. No one loves me. I’m a failure.”

And the worst part? I know it’s irrational, but that doesn’t make it feel any less real.

Then there’s the physical toll—stomach cramps, diarrhoea, body aches, sugar cravings, and insatiable hunger. It’s as if my body is preparing for a survival challenge.

People who aren’t aware that I’m having PMS might think that I’m going through some kind of mid-life crisis or something, when the truth is that all I really need is a warm hug, a giant bucket of ice cream, an entire strawberry cheesecake, a gallon of salted caramel latte, and for people to leave me alone.

Honestly, men have no idea how lucky they are. No PMS, no period pain, no hormonal meltdowns. But if you’re a guy reading this, don’t scroll away just yet. You do need to understand how to handle a woman during PMS because, trust me, you will encounter one at some point in your life. Unless, of course, you plan on avoiding women altogether. 😁

On a more serious note, writing has been a huge help for my mental health. Some of you might wonder why I even bother posting random thoughts about my life, and honestly, who cares, right? Well, the truth is, I’m not much of a talker in real life. I don’t have my people around me, at least not where I live. I tend to observe and listen more than I speak.

But this blog? This is my safe space. It’s where I can express myself without judgment. And knowing that there are people out there reading what I write makes me feel a little less alone.

So, if you’ve made it this far, thanks for listening. And if you’re a fellow PMS warrior, just know—you’re not alone. We’ve all been there.

Have a great weekend, guys.

X, Hani. ❤️