I’m at the period in my life when I’m feeling the most hormonal.
It’s crazy like the very beginning, without the excitement of what is yet to come.
I’m getting older, midlife.
My body aches.
My skin itches.
My stomach bloats.
I feel ugly and fat.
My clothes don’t fit right.
Lights seem glaringly brighter.
Sounds normally tolerated scratch like nails on a chalkboard.
I feel irritated and angry.
Like PMS on steroids.
What sounds like my normal voice to me comes across as an attack to them.
They ask why I’m being so rude.
But I respond in my regular tone.
What do you mean?
I cry at the slightest provocation.
My eyes are red and puffy wrapped in dark circles.
I want to be left alone, yet I don’t.
Laughter mixed with tears of sorrow.
Anxiety kicks in, marching in double time.
I am exhausted.
I can’t sleep.
I stare at the clock.
Is it too early to get up?
When sleep finally comes, I wake up soaking wet.
He is cold, but the room is on fire.
I feel hot, not in a good way.
I feel stinky, gritty, grimy, and gross.
My body seems to have forgotten how to regulate itself right.
I want to wish time away so this will be over.
But I don’t have extra time to spare.
I know in a few days I’ll feel better.
Then the whole cycle starts again.