When water retention has mounted a terror campaign resulting in a monumental fat crisis and people’s breathing is annoying you, Gaynor Alder has 3 golden rules to prevent a hormonal rampage seeking refuge and delight in ruining your life, and words to the wise for the men folk on what makes the difference between having a harmonious evening or having the iron thrown at your head.
For a week and a half every month, Michaela becomes that anxious, horrible, aggressive person she was when her old friends depression and anxiety used to drop by. She gets PMT so badly she becomes someone else. Hormone Helen. And it steals from her what she needs most. Connectedness. Et tu?
The sound of people’s breathing is annoying me, water retention has mounted a monumental fat crisis and I’m consuming my entire body weight in Pineapple Lumps and Pringles. Yep, oestrogen is surging through every vein in my body. And I’m pissed off. Angry. Seething even. Care to join me in a hormonal rant?