Today was rough. This week I was holding it together, feeling like a pressure cooker, and today the lid blew off.
I am in perimenopause, the spikes in hormones are sharper, and I can feel them in my moods (I am a miserable human, a terrible mother, and I suck at everything) and my outlook on the world (the world is shit).
I’ve talked about my miserable luteal phases on this blog before. I wonder if my usual PMS is kind of turning into PMDD?… That is certainly something I need to discuss with my doctor.
I may need a paradigm change for when T is away. Even if it’s giving myself permission to get takeout, or disregarding the pile of laundry, stepping over the mess, or skipping one class of jiu jitsu. Or hiring someone to help with morning drop off.
I have tremendously high expectations of myself. But they are biting me in the butt.
What are some ways to release some of those, mostly self-inflicted, expectations?
This month I am participating in #NaBloPoMo2025. A running list of participants can be found on San’s NaBloPoMo page as well as more information about this lovely initiative on this NaBloPoMo page.
Pic: my morning buddy
