
06/09/2025
TL;DR: A day in the life with PMDD
TW: PMDD / Mental Health
Living with PMDD means waking up in a body that doesnât feel like mine.
The day might start with a tight chest, racing thoughts and tears I canât explain. The anxiety builds before Iâve even had breakfast or can even bring myself to think about food. Small things feel impossible â the school run, replying to a message, deciding what to cook. My body feels heavy, yet my mind is on fire.
By midday it feels as though Iâve lost the version of myself I recognised yesterday. Everything is too much. The smallest frustration tips me into anger or despair. I hate the way it spills over onto the people I love, when all I really want is to curl up and hide.
Afternoons are often the worst. Panic hits from nowhere â heart pounding, hands shaking, convinced something awful is about to happen â even though nothing outside has changed. The world looks calm, while inside Iâm unravelling.
Evenings bring exhaustion. My body aches, my mood crashes, and Iâm left with guilt for not being âenoughâ that day. Itâs relentless.
And still, the cycle repeats every month. A week stolen from me, like clockwork. PMDD isnât âjust PMS.â It hijacks your entire nervous system, your emotions, your sense of self.
If you live with this too: youâre not weak. Youâre not broken. Youâre surviving something most people will never have to understand. And that survival is strength.
Disclaimer: I use AI to help me shape and format my posts. The thoughts and experiences are entirely mine â AI simply helps me put them into clear words when fatigue or brain fog make it harder.
*For educational purposes only.