Ok, I'm going to get a bit personal here, but I'm sure all the women who read this post will appreciate the sentiment. When I go through PMS, it's like the gates of hell have been opened. Nothing satiates me and nothing makes me feel better. Everything could be going perfectly in my life, but when that week comes, all I can think about is leaving my sweet life behind and running off to join the circus. I want to change everything and in that week, and everything I once thought was great, fails to measure up to the "code red standard of excellence". My husband's not good enough, my jobs not good enough, my performance isn't good enough, my body, my looks and in the end, me. I become good not enough. 

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