I was so fed up and out of sorts yesterday and I didn't really know why or what triggered it. I just ended up getting into a huge downwards spiral of being sad about all the things that CP means I will never do or that I am unlikely to do.
This morning I awoke to find the red army in town. And CP isn't an issue today or not such a big one.
I am thankful for evening primrose oil (and to a lesser extent, antidepressants) which make my PMS much, much more manageable than it used to be.
And I am thankful for my CP. Because there might be a few things CP will mean I won't do but there's a lot I have done that only happened because of CP.