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Season 2 of My Life Nobody Asked For. Because WOW.I get about 10 good days a month.TEN.The rest?

I don’t know who that woman is, but she’s emotional, hungry, overwhelmed, sweating for no reason, and one inconvenience away from throwing her whole phone out the window.

From ovulation to my period?I turn into a whole new human being.

A new character.

A new personality.

A new villain origin story.

My kids be looking at me like? “Mom… are you okay? “Sir…NO.Your mother is fighting for her LIFE.

Let’s break down my month:

Days 1–10:

Soft. Pretty. Productive.Drinking water.Eating salads.Smiling at strangers. I’m basically a walking Pinterest board.

Days 11–30:

Don’t Talk To me.Suddenly everything irritates me: “Why are you breathing so loud?” “Dog… what do you want from me? “Why did this package come today? I’m not emotionally prepared.”

And the CRAVINGS??? Girlll. I go from “I’m not really hungry”

to

“I need to eat something RIGHT NOW or I’m going to scream.”

Why am I eating like someone is chasing me?Why do I suddenly want pasta, cake, rice, bread, and a sandwich at the same time?

I’ll be in the kitchen like:

“I don’t know what I want, but I want EVERYTHING.”And my mood?Please.

One minute: “I love my children.”Next minute: “Don’t call my name. Don’t touch me. Don’t breathe near me.”

Sometimes I joke like,

“F*** them kids.”HAHA just kidding. (But only a little bit.). But here’s what nobody told me: You can actually get BETTER at handling this mess. I started learning my patterns. I know which days I’ll cry over a tissue commercial.

I know which days I need to stay away from people for everyone’s safety.I know when I’m being dramatic because of hormones and when people are actually acting stupid.And I got softer with myself.

More rest.

More baths.

More warm food.

More boundaries.

More “not today.”

More silence.

More self-love.

More snacks (obviously).

More grace.

Because it’s not my fault it’s my HORMONES doing Beyoncé choreography in my body.Perimenopause taught me this:

Even when I’m only getting 10 good days a month…

I’m still that woman.

Still powerful.

Still worthy of softness.

Still beautiful.

Still hilarious.

Still me.

Just… the version of me that needs a nap and a snack at the same time.

Love Shar