Hello from the PMS cave. Blogging in my condition is comparable to drunk texting. Not recommended. I’m almost positive I’ll regret most things I’ve done and said for the past few days. It’s like a 360° personality switch happens. From Happy Hippo to Negative Nelly. Everything feels heavy, grey and meaningless. No positive mantras or affirmations help and all I think of is existential questions. Darkness. Yoga heals any negativity-if I would have the energy and will to drag myself there.
On a brighter note, I’ve finally learned to understand the pattern which keeps my head above the water. PMS symptoms lived happily hided inside of me until I become a mother. Now I suffer an entire week each month. Eye roll on that.
Happy to soon reunite with my kids and husband. Comfort and love is the strongest form of medicine to this decease. Going to keep it short today so my mood doesn’t get contagious. All I know, is that the Avicii document and my mood wasn’t a good mix and that openness and transparency is golden.
Have a wonderful day you guys! Love
jacket and sunglasses kappahl// skirt hugo boss// sandals filippa k// bag chanel
Pictures by Juuli Rönkä