If you would like to write a letter to your PMDD, but don’t want to have anyone know it is from you, you may send it to redefininglife@gmail.com and I will copy/paste the letter and add it. This will only add ‘admin’ as any name, other than what you put at the bottom, whether it be X, first name only, etc… that you choose.
I have read that when someone hurts you they tell you in therapy to write a letter and then burn it or throw it away or do whatever you wish with it, but don’t give it to the person. It’s supposed to make you feel better.
I thought this would be a great place to allow all of you to write your letter to PMDD, I believe it may take a weight off of your shoulders, give you a sigh of relief, really tell the ‘thing’ that has caused you grief, what you think about the situtation.
Use it as you will, this is your letter. I will only allow letters to be emailed to me because I am turning off comments to this post. I don’t believe these sort of letters are for replies, but for release of anger, hurt and sadness.
I hope you will take advantage of this opportunity to write your letter. Again, when you send me your letter, ONLY SIGN THE BOTTOM HOW YOU WANT IT TO BE SIGNED when I copy/paste it.
These letters will NOT be used for any other purposes, they will be posted once here under “letters” and then I am deleting the email that you send me.
If at any time you would like your letter removed, please allow 72 hrs from the time you send me your email with your request. If you have not signed the email with any sort of trademark type signature you will need to be able to give me some sort of information to ensure the correct letter is removed.
I will be working on my letter soon.
Sincerely,
Stef Prose
www.lifewpmdd.com
redefininglifewpmdd@gmail.com
Stef’s Letter:
Dear PMDD,
You have limited my life for so many years, so many ways. I feel like I have to admit, even though I hate too, there are a few positive aspects that came from living with you, but I will get into that later.
As a teenager starting my period was already such a difficult and crazy time, it is for every girl. How I wish that I knew back then what I know now, it would have helped me so much, and others. I thought that sitting in the corner of my bedroom crying uncontrollably, for no reason, was normal for girls my age. Bleeding that required wearing a tampon and a pad, still changing constantly was what periods were about. Migraines so intense that during soccer games I would get so nauseated I was afraid I would vomit, and at night my Mom would have to rub my temples. What! That wasn’t the norm for girls my age?
How could I have not known? Why did I have to go through countless years with all of these extensive and exhaustive symptoms, and not one person noticed or knew that my life was being affected every single month. Yes! I do mean, not one person, family, friends, teachers, coaches, no one. I was alone back then and sadly enough I am still alone with you. You are always there, the bully that I can’t get rid of, the best friend that has stuck with me for 20 years, even though I don’t want you.
Why won’t you leave me alone? I didn’t ask for you, I didn’t do anything different back then than other girls my age. I don’t long for you, yet if I am really honest I have lived with you for so long I’m almost scared to live without you, how would life change? Do I deserve to live without you, deserve to live happy after all of these years hurting others that I love, with your help?
Could I have been stronger, was this a test, and I failed? In my heart I don’t really believe I was tested, yet why else would I have been chosen to live with you? Why you, a disorder that doesn’t have a cure, any answers, any help in the medical community, a laughed at disorder!
Was I chosen so that I could help other Women overcome their fears of coming out to their family, friends, communities? Did you choose me so that I could help myself by helping others, or do I choose to help others because I can’t completely rid myself from you? Am I tricking myself to think that I will ever be rid of you? Will my writings, speaking engagements, or simple phone calls ever really help other Women live happier, even if they can’t live without you?
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