A PMDD-inspired Playlist (& Template for You!)

A few years ago, I made a Spotify playlist about what it’s like having PMDD, spotlighting the kaleidoscope of feelings that hit during the luteal phase: rage, sadness or grief, anxiety, irritability, and hopelessness. What started as a fun idea turned into a collection of songs I’ve returned to time and again. This is my playlist and a template you can use to build your own.

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PMDD: The kindness in 'of course'

I experience cyclical changes, and right now, I have to accept they happen and tend to them. It is understandable to want to push away pain, but time and chronic pain has taught me: pain quietens when it is accepted. In giving into the inevitability of the changes throughout the month, I am no longer fighting against my bodymind…

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Co-existing with PMDD

Why did I have this almost compulsive desire to self-destruct every two weeks? I initially thought I had ADHD or bipolar disorder. However, it turns out my menstrual cycle is to blame. Welcome to the wild, wild world of premenstrual dysphoric disorder.

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To My PMDD

I never wanted you and I certainly never asked for you. You’re like a parasite in my mind that surfaces every few weeks, trying to destroy me. Why do you do that? Is there something you’re trying to tell me, or are you intrinsically mean just because you are?

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Dating with PMDD

As I blew out the candles on my 34th birthday, I’d still never been in a romantic relationship. One of my biggest fears was that dating a girl with PMDD was too much for someone to sign up for, and I began to believe I would never find a loving partner. Days later, I passed him in the parking lot. We’ll call him “N…”

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Closure

I wake up from a bad dream, covered in sweat and grasping for reality. Then, the spiral starts. Worthless. Broken. Crazy. My brain has all of my best mistakes on repeat. Anything and everything that I have messed up. All of the ways everyone hates me. Why am I like this? What is wrong with me? Then, slowly, recognition sets in.

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No More Living a Half Life

As I sit in the sun enjoying the heat on my skin, it occurs to me, that for once I feel at ease. For a sufferer of PMDD, this is a sensation that eludes them, only ever being something others have the right to feel, to deserve; we can’t even allow ourselves to dream it. That used to be me. But today, things are different.

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She is Me

It's been almost a year since I began the injections to banish her from my life. I cast her out like discarded rubbish. I often wonder whether she deserved that. If I was truly prepared for what was about to come. Was it really that bad? Was she really that bad?

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Who Am I Without My PMDD?

I’m 35, and I’m about to voluntarily put my body into a state of chemical menopause. I’m about to shut down shop and call it quits for two organs that cause my mind to become a veritable wasteland of self-destruction in the week leading up to my period. And I’m scared.

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Claiming Disability Pride

Did you know that July is Disability Pride Month! Honestly, it wasn’t until a few years into my diagnosis with PMDD that I first heard of it myself. When I was first diagnosed, I didn’t consider myself disabled. Sure, I spent weeks at a time in bed, wracked with pain, and had to take months and months off from work - but not disabled…

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What Season Are You?

“Which season best describes your personality?” I awkwardly laughed. “On what day?” I asked back. I got some laughs for my joke, but sadly it wasn’t really a joke at all. How much time did these people have? I so desperately wanted to share that I couldn’t pick just one, because like seasons change throughout a year, I too change like seasons every single month, and so do 1 out of every 20 women.

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Tug of War with PMDD

‘Tug of war’ has long been my analogy to describe my experience with PMDD. It’s just like the game we played as kids, except in this case it’s just me up against a 9-foot, 300-pound, monster! I dig my feet into the ground, feeling as though my only option is to hold onto the rope and pull.

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