No one talks enough about the pre-period week.
The mood swings come quietly…
One moment you're fine, the next you're overthinking everything.
You get distant. You get sharp.
You cry, then don’t know why you were crying.
It feels like your heart and mind are playing tug-of-war.
You say things you don’t mean.
Push away the people you love.
Pick tiny fights. Overthink silence.
And only later do you realize
it wasn’t really you. It was that week.
The storm before your period.
The one that makes you feel like a stranger in your own skin.
By the time it hits you, sometimes things are already said or hurt.
And you’re left with the guilt. The apologies. The longing for a moment that passed too fast.
You're just someone trying to weather your own waves.
Be gentle with yourself. You deserve that softness too.