I thought it to be a simple project. I would paint my front door to give my entrance a lift. It would take one afternoon and add color to my life. I could not have been more wrong. The challenge was in the perfect shade of blue I desired. I literally weaken at the knees when I view the shade of blue painted on the shutters and doors in the South of France. French‐themed websites and Pinterest Boards are adorned with this color.
The symptoms were present for at least a week each month: general discomfort, chronic fatigue, proclivity for irritability, and a debilitating sense of doom. The monthly female cycle played havoc with my well‐being. It overshadowed half my life with a malaise, which was both tiresome and most inconvenient. PMDD diagnosis is part of my backstory.