Misery has taken control of my mind and body for the first time in years. I want to be nice, but irritability and frustration have won. I want to laugh, but I cry instead. All I want to do is curl up with the covers over my head but now I have kids and can't do that. I have forgotten how my periods affect me. For the last five years, I have either been pregnant, breastfeeding or had my IUD. I have none of that and I so desperately wish I did so I could be my normal cranky self and not this terrible monster sitting in a corner praying that no one will talk to me.
