Yesterday, I wrote about how I was experiencing a hormone-related funk. It was bad, and seeing how poorly I coped with it the day before, I was nervous it’d get the best of me once again. However, something wonderful happened instead. All day, including in the post I wrote, I talked about my hormone-related funk with anyone who would listen. Can I just tell you that by admitting to everyone and their mother that I was having a bad hormone day, I think it helped? Rather than hiding it, I was holding it out in front of me and showing it to people. “See this right here? This is my bad-ass mood caused by my bad-ass hormones. I’m all funked out today. Ate my weight in ice cream last night and felt even WORSE! Today’s a crap-shoot. I already swore my way through noontime, and nearly broke my computer when I slammed my hand against it because it didn’t do what I wanted… Yeah, see that? It’s my bad-ass mood. Wanna pet it?”
Somehow I think that by acknowledging it - giving it a spotlight and a stage - it lessened its hold over me. In the past, I’ve always tried to downplay it. “Megan, what’s wrong - you ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” Uh, that’s a bald-face lie! Instead I just shouted it from the rooftops, and my mood, by the time the day was nearly over, was like, “Uh, Megan, I’m gonna calm down a bit tonight and if you could just do the same thing and stop talking to people about me, I’d be grateful.”
So there you have it! I think the biggest coping mechanism I had was telling the truth about how I was feeling and explaining to others where I thought it came from. (Thank you, JRW.) When we shine a light on those things we normally try to hide from others (because we’re afraid of how they’ll perceive us), it lessens their hold over us.
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As is usually the case with how the Universe works (and our own powers of manifestation), the morning after I had the realization above, I was given another answer to my question of, “How can I more effectively cope with this hormone-related funk next month?” I had coffee with a new friend, and out of the blue (I hadn’t yet discussed my predicament with her), she started telling me about a book called “28 Days” by Gabrielle Lichterman. The book details out, day by day, what a woman can expect throughout her menstrual cycle.
Hallelujah!
Like a gift from heaven, my new friend started talking to me (and even sketched a diagram) about the exact phase I’d been in and what was happening hormone-, and of course, mood-wise. Oh, and turns out, it’s not “week 3,” as I’d been calling it; it’s actually week four.
Thank you, Jennifer!