Monday, October 27, 2014
Guest Post, Cat's Story: Living with PMDD
I have suffered with Premenstrual Dysphoric
Disorder (PMDD) since I was 13, but I was only
diagnosed at 27. For over 10 years I had been diagnosed as depressed and in and
out of community mental health departments. After stopping the Pill and having
a baby at age 21, my hormones went crazy and I suffered pre and post natal
depression. In the years that followed I began noticing a pattern to my moods
and depression. At times, I thought I really was severely mentally ill. I
always had PMS, but I realised my worst times happened when I was due on
my period. My PMS was so severe it had begun to take over my life, wreck
relationships, ruin jobs, studying, and caused me so much emotional pain I
often found myself considering suicide. I would become housebound, with no
social life or friends and fearful of ever making an appointment because I
could never guarantee how I would be feeling.
It was only my persistence and
researching that made me realise I did in fact have a mood disorder and not
straightforward depression. I Googled 'mood disorders' instead of depression
and discovered PMDD – Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. I read the only book
available at that time, and began to track my moods using a chart from the
book. I found a GP willing to listen, took in printed information and my charts
and got the correct diagnosis of Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. Coming to
terms with what that meant took many years, and sometimes I still struggle.
PMS is one thing, many women suffer
with moodiness, anger, irritability at pre-menstruation, but my PMDD threatened
to destroy everything. As a mother, I felt I wasn't well enough to look after
my children, I have been unable to work and feel really separated from the rest
of the world. Only 3-8% of women suffer with PMDD, the rest get through each
month without disaster. It is very difficult to find people to talk to who
understand what I’m experiencing when PMDD is so rare, and when menstrual
problems are often seen as something to joke about or ridicule. I have often
dealt with comments like 'pull yourself together' and 'get a grip', and even
people denying PMDD exists.
PMDD is distinguishable by the
dysphoria that is experienced. Feelings of being completely overwhelmed,
spiralling thoughts, outrage, anger, frustration, anxiety and suicidal ideation
coupled with the physical symptoms, which can include, bloating, IBS, tender
breasts, cramps, lower back pain, lethargy, and sleep and appetite changes. I
am sensitive to the changes in hormones during my cycle, and I also experience a
few days of unstable moods and physical symptoms during ovulation. My PMDD does
not occur once a month but twice a month, leaving on average 10-14 days of
feeling like me, and the rest being spent coping with symptoms. This will
continue until menopause.
I am now 34 and have tried every
medication offered to me. I have discovered I am very sensitive to any
type of hormone and cannot tolerate the Pill or IUD. I spent a total of 5 years
on anti-depressants, which never really worked for me. They took the edge off,
but didn't stop the extreme lows and outbursts. I have seen psychiatrists and
gynaecologists. At one point, I went through hormone treatment to stop all my
hormones and put me into a chemical menopause. This is often a route that works
for PMDD sufferers, and many go on to have hysterectomies. Unfortunately, this
option did not work for me, and the treatment made me very ill.
I have found that counselling has helped, along with mind techniques such as CBT, NLP and meditation. Finding support is essential. Being able to talk through
the irrational thoughts can usually avert disaster. Keeping busy is also a good
way to keep the mind focused, so I draw, create, paint, write and bake lots!
I am now medication free for the
first time in my life. I have had to learn my cycle and I now plan things
around it. I avoid busy social situations when I know it will be too much for
me. Eating healthily, regular exercise and avoiding stress has also helped
improve my symptoms. Making sure I continue to communicate with loved ones and
work through problems, finding strength to leave the house even when I don't
want to and being open and outspoken about my disorder all contribute to life
feeling easier and less stressful and traumatic. Fitting into society and
getting a regular job is a whole other problem. After all, who would employ
someone who can only function and deal with stressful situations for 10-14 days
out of every month? I focus on my children and being the best mother I can be,
my writing, art, and getting through each month without trauma.
Living with PMDD is very
challenging, but I am trying to make the best of my life, for me and my
children. There is always hope, the negative feelings and dysphoria will always
pass. Life is a rollercoaster but as someone once said to me – you're a long
time dead. Women need to speak out and stop being ashamed of suffering from PMS/PMDD.
Every voice helps change the way people think and I find talking and being
honest is always the best option.
Monday, October 6, 2014
PMDD and Making Hard Choices, a Guest Post by Kit
In my Voices of PMDD series, we spent the summer of 2014 hearing from women with PMDD and their partners, through blogposts describing the struggles and challenges they face monthly. Going into fall, I'd like to focus on some solutions various women with PMDD have found. Since every woman's PMDD is different in the symptoms she feels and the severity of those symptoms, not every suggestion regarding relief will work, but I offer these posts in the hopes that something will strike a chord somewhere, and at least put you on the path to lessening your PMDD pain, be it physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual.
Today's guest post is written by Kit, and comes filled with great wisdom, and several positive choices for feeling better. That said, here's Kit:
Apart from feeling a little tense/dramatic during ovulation weekend and a little teary the day before my period began, this month has been so easy. My symptoms have been getting better over the last two years. When I look back to how badly PMDD used to affect me (3 out of 4 weeks), chronically suicidal most months, I just can't believe how it is now...
Here is how I choose to live now compared to before.
BEFORE
Chose boyfriends who didn't understand, sympathise, and had their own crazy issues going on — boyfriends I chose, so I'd feel less F'd up and—ironically—more equal.
Had friends that took from me and drained me because PMDD makes it hard to create continuity of self and therefore friendships can be tricky. So when they took, drained, and crossed boundaries ... I rolled with it—thinking I should be grateful for their friendship.
Thought of myself as having this big secret from the world that I couldn't control and was ashamed of. I spent a fair amount of time thinking about what others would think, especially when I was ill.
Shut myself away for weeks on end to protect the life I had just spent weeks building again.
Tried hormonal medications, anti-depressants, and supplements, all of which gave me side effects and changed the flavour of the PMDD to the point of not being worth it.
Worked 9-5 in a high-powered job, with a boss with questionable ethics, which made me ill via the ethical distress and stress of my workload, while spending 4 weeks a month trying to be the same person every day.
Generally believed I couldn't make a change from any of these because it would be impossible. How could I maintain my relationships, jobs, family, etc. if I tried to change all the above?
NOW
I chose a partner with understanding, tolerance and, most importantly the willingness to co-manage my PMDD with me—what a difference that one makes!
I chose a partner who is as self-aware as I am when it comes to his own journey.
My attitude is : I am a good catch; if I get ill, I am ill, if my partner started to be unsupportive I would wait until I was in my good time, and then talk from a point of grounded logic, explaining that I need someone who can give me support and understanding and that's what I deserve and if that's not him, he can leave now.
I now offer Zero Tolerance to anyone who's going to risk making me ill by their own silliness.
I now only have friends who respect my boundaries; I phased out those that didn't. It wasn't easy but, wow, has it made a difference in my life and in my PMDD.
I no longer have a 'secret' but I don't choose to tell others unless we're close ... I tell them what PMDD is but don't go into details. I don't care what others think. I know what I have, I know it is real. I do not need to communicate it, or hear their acceptance to accept myself. I have worked hard on accepting myself as I am, PMDD and ADHD warts and all, using the Strong Notes app.
I am still careful about planning social occasions around my bad times. I don't feel badly about saying 'No' — it's what I have to do to be kind to myself. Unnecessary stress that you choose to opt out of, no matter what others may think, can reduce your PMDD symptoms.
I am on Methylphenidate for my ADHD, and so far taking a really low amount, but it works wonders with my ADHD and could be having an effect on my PMDD, too. I would love for others to try it and see how it quiets the inner thoughts and mind tumble dryers we all get stuck in during PMDD mode.
Using an app called Strong Notes, I send myself accepting/loving messages from my 'well self' to read on my bad days, feeding my strength back to myself on days I can't access it from within.
I have separated my 'well self' from my 'ill self' in my mind so I don't brand the 'true well me' with an ill tarnish. It helps to be sympathetic to my 'ill self' when well, and remember my 'well self' when ill.
This is so important : I now identify when ill that how I'm feeling is real and not just my imagination.
I quit my ego stroking 9-5, 4 weeks a month job to pursue another working model that allows me to be ill when ill and kick ass when well.
I sought help from a mental health charity that supports people trying to make life work for them while struggling with a mental health problem. Successfully got a government business loan to start a business. I was honest about the PMDD and it was never even brought up as an issue.
I now believe that I am worth drastically changing my life for. I don't put myself in situations where I am stressed, and in turn my PMDD is at rest rather than flared up. I still know it's there but it's controllable.
I've read and live by Eckhart Tolle's book The Power of Now.
I eat foods with high nutrients but also still eat crap (sugar, etc.) when I want to, and for me it makes no difference. Food diets aren't ever as impactful as emotional diets in my opinion.
Signed up for all business/mental health support organisations to have mentors to keep me on track and to keep reminding myself that I am worth the hassle.
This is all just one story but I thought I would share it with you in case any of you are feeling ready to go on an emotional diet, too, or should I call it a MIND DETOX. I stayed in bad situations, feeling like a victim, for too long. I missed out on my teens and twenties for sure, but I am no longer going to be a victim to society's views, or the acceptance of others.
I have PMDD. It means I must live accordingly. I choose to make my life better by taking the actions needed to protect and progress myself.
Love to you all. I know we know each other's darkness all too well. I hope some of this helps.
K xxx
Sunday, August 24, 2014
The Voices of PMDD, Bearing our Crosses
My marriage of 15 years is one in which my wife has only in the last
five years realized that this "might be PMS," and only discovered the
identity of PMDD in the last two years. In hindsight, I can see elements
of PMS or PMDD even in our dating relationship but over the years we both attributed those elements to something more akin to an assertive personality.
After the birth of our last child, a time that coincided with some family financial distress, she began losing her ability to hold on to reality. Whatever the first cause, I am losing my ability to hang on too.
Her statements speak of great, deep darkness. She can see no hope. She speaks of a switch that goes off and on but she is often unable to identify that it is on PMDD for several days. By then much damage has been done.
As honestly as I can assess the situation, I am not an "unsupportive" husband. I have learned, however, that support is not usually offering solutions. She mostly needs someone to listen and be present with her. Being present, though, means reminding her by my mere presence of the multiplicity of faults and results in my being berated and hearing about how I have made everything hopeless.
I try to serve but in these times everything is wrong including what I might choose to do to help. I have gotten to the point where my mind is swimming and I cannot focus on anything much at all in or out of PMDD time. She has a switch, I do not. She goes back to normal and wonders why I am so moody. In her better times, she is sympathetic and apologetic.
We are both working on it. She is trying to find solutions; I am trying to stay close as long as possible and take as many blows as I can without crumbling. We are both bearing our crosses.
After the birth of our last child, a time that coincided with some family financial distress, she began losing her ability to hold on to reality. Whatever the first cause, I am losing my ability to hang on too.
Her statements speak of great, deep darkness. She can see no hope. She speaks of a switch that goes off and on but she is often unable to identify that it is on PMDD for several days. By then much damage has been done.
As honestly as I can assess the situation, I am not an "unsupportive" husband. I have learned, however, that support is not usually offering solutions. She mostly needs someone to listen and be present with her. Being present, though, means reminding her by my mere presence of the multiplicity of faults and results in my being berated and hearing about how I have made everything hopeless.
I try to serve but in these times everything is wrong including what I might choose to do to help. I have gotten to the point where my mind is swimming and I cannot focus on anything much at all in or out of PMDD time. She has a switch, I do not. She goes back to normal and wonders why I am so moody. In her better times, she is sympathetic and apologetic.
We are both working on it. She is trying to find solutions; I am trying to stay close as long as possible and take as many blows as I can without crumbling. We are both bearing our crosses.
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Sunday, August 3, 2014
The Voices of PMDD, A Guest Post on Shattered Dreams
Continuing with my Summer of 2014 Voices of PMDD series, here is a post written in 2012 by a woman with PMDD that addresses the reality that what you see/experience of PMDD from the outside, as a partner, friend, colleague, or family member, is only the tip of the iceberg compared to the devastation that is going on inside the mind, body, heart and spirit of a woman with PMDD.
Aside and apart from the episodes of PMDD themselves, there is no way on earth to measure/account for/quantify the cost of the shattered hopes and dreams of PMDD women (and our loved ones) due to our PMDD. The fallout from these broken dreams is something a woman with PMDD has to deal with every single day of her life--not just during an episode. The weight of our perceived failures, while staggeringly heavy when we are not in the PMDD zone, can prove unbearable during an episode. This, I believe, is a good part of what leads to suicidal thinking.
That said, I give you "The Hidden Injury of PMDD"
“I wanted to quit because I was suffering. That is not a good enough reason.” – Ted Corbitt
I almost decided not to write about PMDD. The thought of sharing
what is considered a mental weakness leads to an automatic assumption
that I am a little off my rocker.No one intentionally judges someone with bi-polar disorder or depression. It is a slight shrinking away from the unknown and the unstable. PMDD is similar to being bi-polar. The difference is the consistency. PMDD will hit every two weeks like clockwork. About every third cycle, in my case, it is so severe I have to talk myself out of suicide. My muscles and joints hurt so bad I feel my bones will crumble if I move too fast. Typing hurts. Rolling over hurts. The sadness is so deep there is no hope, no joy, no future. It is only darkness for days and days. And right as the pain is going to consume my mind and body, my cycle begins and the world is turned upright again as if the previous two weeks never happened.
It is vicious. It is destructive. It is painful and it is never ending.
I am told by those around me I am outgoing, extroverted and can do anything I set my mind to to. That is until they see me fall and wonder what happened.
I was just as confused until September 2011, when it became clear there was a pattern to the insanity.
My husband and I were in the middle of trying to start a photography and real estate business when it became clear we were facing something much bigger than we could have ever imagined. I would soon discover my ambitions would be pulled out from under me like a ugly, worn out rug.
Up until then, I had hope I would one day shake whatever it was that tripped me up so much. We thought it was connected to the abuse from my childhood or maybe my walk with God was really weak or maybe I was just a weak person in general. Maybe, just maybe, if I tried harder, or prayed harder or exercised harder or ate better or something!!!!! There had to be something I was doing wrong.
After we narrowed the diagnosis, I began facing the fact, I couldn’t do everything I dreamed of doing….and that pain is another post entirely.
I knew something was wrong, but I had no idea the symptoms grew worse and worse as you get older. It made sense though, as I was moving into my 40’s, why the intensity was growing.
Friends only see me when I can leave the house. I venture out when I have energy and drive. This causes so much confusion when I meet new people. I am vibrant and joyful at first and when I am pressured into social situations during the “luteal” phase, they see a quiet, sad often “sick” stranger they don’t recognize.
I can’t imagine how it is interpreted.
I cancel coffee dates, go two weeks without answering my phone, drop out of obligations I make during my good weeks. I’ve since learned the crash will come and I have no business volunteering, working, serving or reaching out to anyone.
I’ve lost jobs, quit jobs, started and quit businesses, started and quit homeschooling over and over, lost friends, went on uncontrolled spending sprees, started arguments and walked away from relationships to save them from myself.
I wish at times, I had a physical ailment. A limp, a scar, a broken bone or even cancer. At least then, when someone met me they would have evidence of my disease. They would be able empathize and process the injury in their own mind.
Instead, the injury is inside my mind. It is not visible unless you live under the same roof.
It is hidden behind a mask I wear everywhere I go. I can’t escape from the betrayal of my mind and body every month. It is always taunting me…always waiting silently to paralyze me yet again and destroy everything I begin to build.
I’ve learned not to build anymore. That is what hurts the most.
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Friday, July 4, 2014
Chemical Sensitivities and PMDD
Over the years I've become increasingly more
sensitive to chemicals, fragrances, and any kind of scented products, be they
cat litter, candles, or cosmetics. If a
product has a petroleum base and a name that is clearly made up--such as Ocean
Breeze or Home Made Apple Pie--I need to stay as far away from it as possible. I first discovered this over twenty years ago
when a woman walked into the office where I worked and offered to sell me knock-off
versions of expensive perfumes and proceeded to spritz them all over the
place. She left without a sale as I instantly
developed a massive headache that lasted the rest of the afternoon.
My list of substances to avoid grew from there. Wood smoke, treated lumber, paraffin candles,
any kind of scented candles or room deodorizers, home cleaning products, paints
and stains, body lotions, soaps, shampoos, deodorants, and eventually, even the
real brands of premium perfume. I now can't go to the mall, pet store,
electronics store, furniture store, home improvement store or beauty shop
without taking a Benadryl. I need to
stay out of the cleaning products, pet supplies, paint, tire, shoe, furniture, and
home accents aisles in discount and department stores.
As for seasonal items like the Christmas aisle with
its scented pine cones and stuff? Forget
it. Neither can I visit used book stores
anymore, without succumbing to the smell of mold and must.
Recently, we uncovered water damage to a house we
bought three months ago and have yet to move into. My husband wants to strip the wallpaper, re-paint
and re-carpet the house, then air it out before I move in. The last house I moved into eight years ago
was new. I moved in early February and by
mid-April was so sick I collapsed. It
took another two months to recover, once I discovered problem: off gasses from the building materials such
as my carpet, vinyl, and laminate flooring (didn't help that this was winter
and my floors are heated), paint, kitchen counters and cabinetry. I thought I was just getting older. I did a lot of the move myself, moving one
mile down the road from my previous house, one carload at a time. Eventually I was sleeping all the time, but
unable to get any rest. My mind became
so foggy I couldn't get much of anything right.
I recall my boss asking, "Liana, what is wrong with you?"
A recovering perfectionist, I rarely made mistakes,
and suddenly I was making them all the time.
I was sitting at my desk, staring dumbly at no doubt my latest mistake
on the computer screen, and I remember telling her, speaking very slowly
because it was hard to form the words in my mind, "I...don't...know...all
I want...to do...is sleep." I called
the builder to ask if there could be a reason I was so tired and fuzzy-minded
all the time, and he suggested it was because I had no curtains and was getting
too much light in the house. Turned out all
I needed to do was open the windows. My
super energy efficient house was trapping all these off-gasses inside with me,
and I was breathing them over and over and over again. Within a week the house was cleared out, and
I was on the road to recovery.
But yesterday I took a trip down memory lane. Due to the water damage in our new home, my
husband and I had to go door shopping.
We also had an appointment to speak with a kitchen designer for a
remodeling project. To price doors, we
stopped at another builders supply store on the way. The salesman was wearing such strong cologne
I had to stand at least 15 feet away from him while he spoke with my
husband. As we left, I told my husband I
suddenly had the urge to eat anything and everything in sight, which is
something that happens when I get hormonal prior to my period. The thing was, we had just eaten breakfast
before leaving for the builders supply store, so I knew I wasn't hungry.
It was a combination of the man's cologne and the
smell of new building materials making me feel like I was starving.
We got to the second builders supply store, where we
had the appointment. Halfway through, my
husband said, "Your face and neck are turning bright red." The store was filled with carpet and flooring
samples, tiles, and kitchen and bathroom cabinetry. My husband left to get me a diet soda, which
for some reason I have yet to discern, always cuts my reaction to various substances.
When he returned, I took a Benadryl, which also helped to ease my symptoms
somewhat. But by the time we had been in
the store an hour and a half, even with taking the Benadryl and drinking the
diet soda--it has to be diet for this to work for me--my fingers started
swelling and tingling. By the time we
left, my wrists were tingling. It
usually moves up my arm and into my shoulders if I don't take a Benadryl and/or
remove myself from the situation. But
once it starts tingling, I know it will get painful very soon, as my insides will
swell up and press on the meridian nerves in my arms. I had this constantly when I was pregnant, so
much so that nightly I would sit in my rocking chair with my big belly and cry
from the sheer pain of it.
(Pop quiz. What happens when you are pregnant? You are an estrogen factory.)
So we wrapped up that appointment and headed for the
paint store, to get sample cards of the color we had chosen for the kitchen. I was not in the store three minutes before I
noticed I was firmly massaging my arms, something I do when my body gets
stressed from chemical exposure and starts to hurt. I didn't smell a thing, but then I don't need
to smell anything before my body reacts.
I discovered this one night when leading a faith sharing group at a
friend's house. She knew I couldn't be
around burning candles, but the moment I walked into her house, the words
"Something's wrong" blurted out of my mouth. No one heard me, and I took my regular seat
on the floor in front of the couch, as due to back problems I cannot sit on
soft furniture. I saw no candles in the room, but as the meeting progressed, my
head started to spin and pound and first my hands, then arms, then whole body
began to ache until the pain felt like it was deep in my bones and all I wanted
to do was curl up in a fetal position and cry.
If I hadn't been leading the meeting, I would have
left. Finally, I asked my hostess,
"Are you sure you didn't burn any candles in here before we came tonight?"
and she swore she hadn't. I said,
"Well something's wrong with me and I can't figure it out." Did you do any special cleaning for the
meeting? "No," she said, "all
I did was spray the couch with Febreeze."
The same couch I had been sitting on the floor leaning
up against all night.
My intuition knew something was wrong the moment I
entered the room. My mouth even blurted
it out. I didn't smell a thing, but my
body reacted instantly and painfully. To
this day I cannot be anywhere near Febreeze.
I wince just watching the commercials, people spraying it all over their
homes, laundry, and cars.
But back to our shopping trip. After the kitchen design appointment, my
husband stopped at two more building materials stores to check prices. I did not go inside. I was feeling a bit battered by then. After he came out of the first store, instead
of turning the car around and leaving, he made a circle by driving thorough the
warehouse, where contractors pick up loads of lumber. I groaned inside as the fan system in our air
conditioned car pulled in the scent of all that treated lumber. After we visited the second store, and then
the paint store, I announced, "We're going to get something to eat. Right now." We went to a sub shop, and I wolfed that baby
down so fast you would think I hadn't eaten in three days. Thank God it wasn't our first date or my
husband would have wondered about this woman who eats like a Doberman.
As soon as I finished my sub, my husband
says..."There she is. My wife is
back again." During the appointment
and shopping stops, I had become listless and withdrawn, my energy sapped. I could barely focus on the choices they
wanted me to make. I just wanted to get
out of there. I had chosen that store
because the woman and I had worked together before twice. We hadn't seen each other in nine years though,
and since then, I'd entered perimenopause.
She was tall and thin and stylishly dressed, while I was feeling fat and
puffy, dim-witted and inadequate. Afterward,
I determined (in my building-materials-chemical buzzed mind) that I was a
failure in life and wouldn't return to that store ever again because the
differences between us threw into stark relief her success and my failures.
Hello? I'm
now descending into a full-blown case of PMDD.
My insecurities are rising, and my mind is starting to go
irrational. By now every word my husband
speaks is starting to irritate me, so I withdraw even further into myself and
look out the window and keep my mouth shut, because I know if I open it, I will
explode with anger and resentment and he will get this shell shocked look on
his face.
We get home, and all I want to do is go to my
computer, where behind the veil of the internet, I can answer questions about
PMDD and help people to understand the disorder and feel like I am making a
difference in someone's life. I need
this feeling in this moment to feel any sense of self-worth.
This is how badly these building materials chemicals
have distorted my thinking processes.
Instead, I ask my husband if he wants to go for a
walk. Maybe the fresh air will clear my
head and make me feel better, because by now I ache all over and just want to
go to bed and curl up under the covers and cry.
Instead, we pass a few lawns freshly treated with
pesticide, and I come home feeling worse than ever.
The evening is a loss. The only option for me is to take another
Benadryl and go to bed.
Where it turns out I cannot sleep, my mind is so
agitated and upset. I can't stop
thinking about how insecure and inadequate I felt during my kitchen design
appointment. How overwhelmed I was by
the whole process. That is not me. I have
designed and built two houses and remodeled two others. I can do this stuff in my sleep. But inundated by the scent of building
materials, I lost my self-confidence and sense of self-worth, and in essence
brought on an episode of PMDD.
If I hadn't turned red and my husband hadn't noticed
it, I would never have known what happened.
If this had happened years ago (and maybe it did,
I've simply forgotten), I would never have known what happened. Instead, I would have spent a few hours
looking at building materials, chosen the cabinets, tile, flooring and paint
for what promises to be a beautiful kitchen, and come home feeling overwhelmed,
worthless, insecure, sad, angry, frustrated, combative, weepy, and ravenous,
and never understood why. That, in turn
would have made me wonder if I was crazy.
Here I am, getting everything I want, and yet all I want to do is snap
my husband's head off. I want to lash
out at him so badly I hurt from containing all my rage inside.
Or so I think.
In reality, my body is being chemically disrupted by what are called
xenoestrogens, and they are playing havoc with my hormones, and that is f*****g
with my brain.
So the next time you're out shopping and come home
feeling any of the above, or visit a friend's house who uses petroleum-based
cleaning products, candles and/or air fresheners and come home feeling weird
and moody--know that it is not you. It
is the chemicals in the air around you messing with your mood and mind. They may also be making you feel physically miserable,
which brings on that endless loop of negative thoughts we're all so familiar
with, which in turn makes us feel sad and/or angry.
Look around you.
Look in your home. Do you use
these sorts of petroleum-based products?
Are you unknowingly making yourself sick? Some women report that they feel like they
are in the PMDD zone all of the time.
Sometimes this is due to perimenopause, but it could also be due to what
you touch and breathe in all day. Do
you work in an auto parts store? A
furniture store where most of the items are made of particleboard? At the
mall? A lumber yard? A kitchen and bath store? An electronics store? Do you clean houses for a living? Are you a flight attendant? Did you just move your office into a new
building or remodel your home? Are you a
cashier and handle thermal paper receipts all day?
There are any number of options for how and where
you can be exposed to these xenoestrogens that wreak havoc on your
hormones. Awareness is the key.
But most of all, when you start acting all funky and
not like yourself at all...look around you for a possible reason. Did you just buy tires and sit in the waiting
room while they were put on? THINK about
this. Think about where you go and what you do.
I bet that suddenly a few things will start to make
a lot more sense.
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