To the Doctors: This is NOT Okay





Apparently the Doctors are at it again! I think everyone has heard of the show by now, and just like anything else on TV, they’ve got their fans and their critics. I haven’t watch the show, until today. Until the PMDD community collectively blew up in outrage over an episode where they addressed, you guessed it, Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. You can watch it here.

Just a quick summary for anyone who hasn’t heard of PMDD. PMDD has been described as “the evil cousin of PMS”. I don’t like that phrasing, because that makes it sound like it’s in the same family. Let me make this clear. PMDD is as close to PMS, as a rabid tiger is related to a newborn domesticated kitten. This is not to say that PMS doesn’t suck. I remember the days when that’s all I had to worry about, and it sucks. But PMDD is hell.

In the video, Dr. Landry tries to explain what PMDD is. Tries is the key word, because she is interrupted so many times with the men shouting over her, laughing and making jokes, that she spends half that time laughing that uncomfortable “this is ridiculous but I don’t know what to do” kind of laugh. Dr. Landry, many of us who watched this cringed watching you try to get through to them. We aren’t blaming you.

But to Dr. Stork, and ESPECIALLY Dr. Ordon, there is NO excuse for your behavior. And the 2-8% of us who actually struggle with this horrible ailment have something to say to you. I’m only one person, so I decided to get some feedback from the lovely women who struggle every month with PMDD. Here’s what we had to say.

Warning: Some foul language ahead. I normally do not curse on my blog, but I feel it completely appropriate under these circumstances.

“They did a horrible job of explaining what PMDD is. It’s life altering, affects every aspect of life, includes suicidal thoughts and impulsive behaviors like eating, shopping, etc. It’s hard to get doctors to listen because it has only recently been given a name by the MDA. They made it look like a cartoon. And on top of that there is no “quick fix.” solution that helps everyone.”      -Christine H.

“I’m horrified by this episode and will not be supporting this show anymore. As someone who suffers from PMDD I was horrified to see them laughing at my pain. I’ve wanted to murder my husband and no one else for sooo many reasons during my hell week and it has nothing to do with underlying issues, and everything to do with lack of support physically and emotionally. PMDD is a life threatening disorder and those fucking assholes made it into a big joke. I thought we were past the days when men were gas lighting and making women feel crazy and less than because of our cycles. I’m still crying after these doctors just set us back 100 years. ASSHOLES!!!”     -Keltie Jean-S.

“It was incredibly hurtful and irritating for Dr. Ordon to say you should hang out with a woman for a few cycles to make sure she’s not crazy. Women with PMDD are not crazy and just as deserving as anyone else of love…..  His outdated, sexist, insensitive and cruel remarks have no place in a discussion about women’s health. I would like to see an apology from him specifically.”     -Natalie P.

“I would really like to see The Doctors redo this segment and have a sufferer present to offer first hand experience of what it’s like to suffer from PMDD. I doubt jokes like the ones we witnessed would be made to a sufferers face so I don’t understand how it’s ok to broadcast them to sufferers watching at home. Many viewers have found this extremely triggering and it has exacerbated their symptoms. It has also damaged awareness campaigns that people have worked hard on to reduce the stigma of this condition. It reinforces sexist beliefs and provides a terrible role model for Health care professionals. Congratulations doc, you’ve probably just convinced several women not to seek help from their GP.”    -Lynda P.

“I am absolutely appalled at the flippancy of those men, clueless bastards! Their total lack of empathy is disgusting. What’s worse is that they (particularly Dr. Ordon) completely disregarded the idea of compassion and consideration in order to get a cheap laugh from the crowd – is he for real?! Oh, to have a penis and be totally ignorant of female issues. And shame on the ladies in that audience who laughed!”          -Laura Q


You guys starting to get it now? The complete lack of humanity, the derogatory, misogynistic jokes, the ignorance, need we go on? Probably not, but let’s do it anyway.

“I’m completely horrified by how they behaved on what is supposed to be an educational show. In life, you choose whether you want to do good or want to do bad…these people obviously didn’t even think about what they were saying and what impact this has. This is a very serious illness that ruins lives, relationships, careers and dreams. Acting like sexist jerks DOES NOT help, it makes the situation worse. End this bullshitting!”         -Maite Hein-G.

“How great of you to make fun of something that has almost ruined not just my life but also the lives of the people I love. Because of PMDD I am now divorced. My 3 children are now from a broken home. My dad passed away during this part of my cycle and I still don’t remember periods of that time, complete blackouts. I am still trying to repair relationships with my family. My job has been amazing, my boss incredible. I have intermittent FMLA for this very real thing. Because being at work feeling you feel like you could kick a puppy is certainly a career limiting move.
You say “hey guys, make sure you’re with a girl for a few cycles…” To that I say simply “fuck you, you arrogant misogynistic chauvinistic asshole.” Because we have this disorder men should stay away? We don’t deserve the love other women get? I mentioned I was divorced. I have now been seeing a wonderful man who doesn’t back away when things get tough. I didn’t hide it from him in the beginning. I told him simply that I was going to change in a week and this is why. He has stuck around, for over a year now. Being a father to my kids that their own dad cannot be. He’s seen me at my worst, but will still come and pick me up when I’ve yelled and screamed and ran away. He doesn’t laugh. He reads, he researches, he LISTENS. That level of support is incredible for someone who has been doing this on her own even during my 10 year marriage.
This is a very real thing. Many people compare it as PMS to PMDD like a headache is to a migraine. Each month I feel like my skin, my body, isn’t mine. I have to keep moving, random shakes and shudders to make sure it is mine. My thoughts go wild. I either rage or am insanely clinically depressed. A guy in Subway pissed me off because he couldn’t decide what kind of cheese he wanted on his sandwich. And I don’t mean he annoyed me and I rolled my eyes. I mean genuinely PISSED OFF. Like shaking with rage, and letting it out on him so that he escaped before he even got his sandwich that he had paid for. There are months when I can’t get off the couch. Literally. I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t focus. I can’t tell you how many things I have missed out on in life.
I know when it is coming. I could tell you the day, almost the hour. It presses a weight down on me that sometimes it’s even hard to breathe. I was diagnosed 5 years ago, am in therapy and see a psychiatrist. I have been on a few different meds, some have worked, some have not. I’m at a good point right now. I have found a combination of meds that work. A diet and vitamin regimen that works. Most of the time. I still get horrible months. And I have great months.
But always, ALWAYS, there is the knowledge that one day this could actually kill me. I have been so low down in the pit, trying to crawl my way out when my fingers were nothing but blood and bones. I know that could easily happen again, and I don’t think I could survive it this time.
There is no cure. One day the meds, or the therapy could not work and I could become one of those 15% that try to commit suicide, a figure that you conveniently glossed over and ignored. I have that knowledge every single day of my life. I have this beast living inside of me, that I try to keep locked up. But sometimes the door splinters and the beast can see some light and it fights like hell to get out. One of these days I am absolutely terrified that the door will break completely.
So again, I wanted to say “thank you”. I’m glad my tortured life and the tortured lives of my sisters could amuse you so much.”          Meghan S.

” I have often said, there is a monster that lives inside and once a month it locks me in the back corner if my brain to hear and see all the havoc it’s causing but there is not a single thing I can do but sit and watch and pray I come out alive. And once the monster slips back into slumber I return to life, doing my best to put all the broken pieces back together, feeling more like a shell and less like a person each time, hoping that I make it through next month too. This is my life, and yet I’m so alone because no one around really understands it.”      -K.S.

” This disorder is a real as any other and it’s sad that the cliché of PMS and other hormone related issues has made a very serious disorder a joke to these doctors. This clip was in poor taste in my opinion. Depression is real, suicide is real, anxiety is real, rage is real. The tears and fear and everything else that can be wrapped in this monster we suffer from. None of that is a laughing matter so why is PMDD?? The female doc was trying but I still think being surrounded by males was effecting her ability to keep it serious.”          – Stephanie C.

” It upset me. Many doctors already don’t take us seriously. For them to keep laughing & make jokes was super lame. We already have our problems to deal with & these so called Drs are rude. Also for the women laughing was like a slap in the face when he was talking about making sure to date them during cycles before you commit to them.”          -Ana T.


Let’s make this a bit more clear. In the video, Dr. Landry tries to explain the basics of PMDD, using words like sadness, hopelessness, irritability, etc. She says that a woman can have symptoms 7-10 days before her period. That’s all true, but it’s a very diluted, sugar coated version of the truth. Not because any harm was meant from the medical side. But because PMDD has only been recognized as an actual, real condition recently, not much is really known about it. If you ask any woman that actually suffers from it, they will tell you how doctors still have no idea what it’s like.

When they use words like irritability and anger, we are comparing ourselves to She Hulk, and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. We use words like extreme rage, seeing red, uncontrollable anger. Another symptom is sensitivity to sound and/or light. Some women get migraines, some(like me) can’t stand anything too loud or repetitive. Which in itself, intensifies that rage. I’ve spoken to women who admit that they know logically how much they love their husband and children, but at this time of the month, they cannot feel that. All they feel is anger and an intense desire to be alone.

Until we don’t feel anything at all. Some of us are unlucky enough to experience anhedonia. Every month. It’s almost like you build up so much anger and you are so overwhelmed by everything around you, that you shut down. That shutting down of emotion, the inability to feel anything anymore, that’s anhedonia.

While they use words like sadness and hopelessness, we use words like severe depression, suicidal ideation, intrusive thoughts, crippling anxiety and in some very unfortunate cases, suicide. If you noticed in the video, Dr. Landry tried mentioning that about 15% of women affected will commit suicide.

Which is how the Gia Allemand Foundation was formed, and if you’d like more info, please click here.

On the physical aspect, all the regular symptoms of PMS are there, and although it’s different with each person, some or all of them can be much worse. I remember breast tenderness as a nuisance years ago, but now tenderness cannot come close to describing the pain every month. Same goes for the headaches, the backaches, the cramps, bloating, stomach issues, insomnia, and the food cravings! Plus there’s the brain fog so bad that you can barely remember your own birthday, and the ringing in your ears.

Oh, and saying that it can last around 7 days is like telling young girls that their periods will last 3-5 days. Yeah it’s possible for it to be 3 days long, but only if you’re lucky. Many of us who suffer from PMDD have found that it may start off around 7-10 days of every month, but it gets worse over time. I’m currently victim to about 14-16 days of every single month, and I am not the rare exception.

“That clip was a pathetic joke. It probably did more damage to efforts being made for PMDD to be recognized as real, rather than any kind of help. If real doctors (And I don’t mean the so called ones in this clip) aren’t always aware of PMDD, let alone know what to do to help, how can this kind of publicity be anything but bad? I know most of the time I try not to think of how much PMDD affects my life but it is inescapable and even trying to explain to friends can be difficult, especially because most women have PMS so assume it’s just like their worst days of that. In fact before I ever heard of PMDD I thought it was normal to have cyclical insomnia and rage, and think of suicide to the point I never mentioned it because isn’t that what PMS is like? Hah! If I hadn’t mentioned to my doctor that I tried to drive my car into a bus and then got my period the next day and felt fine, I never ever would have known and probably would have succeeded in killing myself. I still want to… funnily enough just before my period!
I’m so disgusted in this bloody show and even the women making comments saying oh haha I have that don’t I honey… no you think it’s funny to excuse your PMS and bad behavior. Its sickening. I recently discovered my mother had PMDD, only recently, because she succeeded in killing herself when I was 15 after drugs stopped numbing her pain enough. My older sister also just had a full hysterectomy (and oophorectomy). Now I get to worry for the future and my daughter and hope like hell she dodges this damn bullet because if she doesn’t and this is what people think its ok to say about PMDD, she’s already on a back foot to find true help.”                                  -Maryanne K.

” I know what it’s like to be demonized, and to be expected to act “normal”, expected to control it, and told that an inability to control it isn’t an excuse to rage. I was called a devil more times than anyone can know, and I did not even bring up the worst parts of PMDD to those people. My boss tried to gossip about me over it. And I came literally two minutes away from being dead after trying to kill myself from it. For Dr. Stork to suggest putting us in a psych ward to make sure “nothing else was going on” is ridiculous and shows his ignorance on the diagnosis. If we are diagnosed, we know that nothing else is going on. I am not a psychopath. I have never so much as bruised someone, let alone put my hands on them in anger. Nothing else is going on, Dr. Stork. And the old dude that kept making jokes? Pathetic. And offensive. I did not feel as though I was watching this on YouTube, I felt like this was all being said directly to me. Because idiots who lack empathy have said those cheap jokes to me before. Dr. Landry was also appalling in how weakly she tried to steer the conversation. The laughs over suicide, and road rage, and the skepticism over the entire subject was appalling. It was unprofessional and offensive to an entire group of people with an entire lack of conscience that women die, and suffer every day from those things that were being laughed at. I’ve seen those clowns take some ridiculous things way more seriously, but when they start talking about women killing themselves over hormones, perfect time for a joke, right?”          -C.P.Saxton

In the end, these TV show doctors might end up “apologizing”, which we all know means they are really saying, “We don’t really care but we need to save our asses, so yeah we’ll pretend we’re sorry.” So here’s a message to you.


We want a sincere apology. We want you to look deeper into what you’ve done and think about how many women just changed their minds about seeking help because you made their lives an embarrassment. We want you to talk to women who have actually gone through PMDD instead of just making asinine, misogynistic assumptions based off of newspaper headlines. We want you to do some actual research and understand every aspect of your ignorance. Maybe even a redo of that segment where you can show everyone how it should have been done in the first place. With a doctor that is an expert in PMDD, who has compassion and treats women like us regularly. No offense, Dr. Landry, but you didn’t seem to know nearly enough about it for any of them to take you seriously, not like you didn’t try. Maybe if they could have stopped laughing for ten seconds… But most of all, you should all pray that no one you love ever develops PMDD. Even though all of us over here suffering are angry, we wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Even if it would be to teach you a valuable lesson.

Sincerely, all of the women who’s difficult lives have just been made a laughing stock.


To any woman who is going through this, you are not alone. You are worth seeking help. You deserve love just like anyone else. This condition does not make you crazy, psychotic, or whatever else someone like these men might call you. Living with this means you are strong, because you fight something that most people can never understand, and you survive it, repeatedly, month after month. Even though many doctors may write you off, dismiss your symptoms or turn you away because of their own lack of knowledge, know that it is worth it to keep pushing forward. Find some support in women who understand, talk to your family and friends, and don’t stop seeking help until you have the tools you need to cope with this condition. You are amazing, you are loved, and you are a warrior.



If you need support right now, call the crisis hotline at 1-800-273-8255 or text “START” to 741-741.
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What Happened When I Realized Carbs (and sugar) Were the Enemy


Over the past year I’ve been trying to find an antidepressant that works for me, and it’s been a hell of a roller coaster. Mentally, and physically. Physically, as in the roller coaster was the numbers on the scale, going up up up up UP! I was on my third try with meds, and finally, this one wasn’t making me gain weight. But it wasn’t helping me lose either and I was 40 pounds heavier than before I ever popped a pill. I wanted desperately to lose some weight, so I was working out like crazy, eating better, and after months of hard work, I lost a WHOPPING… 4 pounds. The roller coaster got stuck and I was pissed.

Then my family moved into our very first house and there was a lot to do, so it all slipped to the back of my mind. We didn’t have a functioning kitchen for a good week, and between that first week and the weeks leading up to the move, I lost count of how much fast food and pizza we all ate. But once we were all settled in, I was ready to make a change. A big one.


I had been looking into the keto diet for a while, but I seriously doubted it. Everything about it made me shake my head. For one, it goes against the whole standard american diet pyramid thing we’ve all been taught. In a nutshell, the keto diet is a way of eating that makes your body stop burning carbs(glucose) for energy, and it starts burning fat instead. You do this by decreasing your carb intake, low enough that you can’t depend on it for energy anymore. I didn’t think I could do it. But mostly, no way I’d be able to give up carbs and sugar! Chocolate has sugar! But then it hit me.

unhealthy white sugar concept


I started paying attention, and I noticed whenever I had too much sugar, I changed and my mood swings were bad. Like angry, She-hulk, monster mommy bad. I’d be having a great day and then stop for a frozen, sugary coffee indulgence because, why not? Within ten minutes I went from super good day to, “everything is too loud, these kids need to go away, I need to be left alone!” I was yelling at the kids when they didn’t deserve it, and snapping at my husband for no reason. I was blaming my depression, I was blaming PMDD, I was blaming my husband. When the culprit was the crap I was putting in my mouth.

So I looked back on the keto thing, and it clicked. This diet requires you to give up sugar, and I really should do that anyway… Why not? If the only goal was to lose weight, I might have given up a few times, but once I got past the keto flu and let my body detox a bit, I was feeling great. It hasn’t been magic, my mental issues are still there. But I started noticing good days again. I wasn’t snapping at the kids for no reason, and my husband has noticed that I’m a lot calmer. The last few days of my cycle that usually have my finger hovering over the call button for a suicide hotline, now have me just… Normal level depressed I guess? Like I said, I’ve still got my issues, but now I’m not fueling them with the evil that is sugar!

Not to mention, since starting this new way of eating, I’ve lost 30 pounds. That damn roller coaster got unstuck, started going down, and I jumped the hell off. Because if I keep up this lifestyle, I’m not going to keep going up and down with my weight. I might have my good weeks and bad weeks because of the PMDD, but now I can at least track it all again instead of wondering why the hell I’m feeling so stabby on what’s supposed to be a good day.


Now, I’m not trying to sell anyone on the keto diet. I’m a terrible salesperson anyway. But I think people who struggle with certain issues *cough* PMDD *cough* need to look closer at what they put into their bodies to see if maybe, just maybe, some of the fault lies in that. It’s a bit embarrassing to look back on how long it took for me to come to this realization for myself, but I’m finally working on it and seeing results. I’ve given up on sugar and carbs and I’m never going back. Plus, sugar free chocolate exists and it’s actually not bad, so there’s that.

Now, it’s time to give up coffee caffeine. Pray for me!

My Turn

anxiety4Who am I?  I’m 27 years old, a wife, mother, blogging crazy person. My life is pretty easy to comprehend right now. Morning and evenings are mostly about my husband, and during the day I’m taking care of the kids and trying to keep them entertained while I do whatever household chores that need to be done. I love being a stay at home mom and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Maybe a few hours playing with some puppies, but other than that, I wouldn’t trade it! There’s just one big problem here.

There’s no room for me. It is not my husbands fault, and it is not my kids fault. It’s alllllll mine. And it’s time for that to change.

I have been complaining to my hubby for years now that I need time to myself. I probably got annoying about it, just ask him. But whenever my husband offered, I’d change my mind. I made excuses or pretended I wasn’t feeling well. I knew I needed the time to myself but I couldn’t bring myself to go for it. I’ve been struggling to understand why.

Today, I figured it out. I was scrolling Facebook, and I saw a post by a blogger that I follow, Single Dad Laughing. He was talking about starting a challenge called 365 days to live, where he has decided to change things in his life and start actually living. What got to me though, was his first day. He talks about the decision to start dating yourself. And I agree, it sounds kinda weird. But it got me thinking. Maybe this is why I don’t enjoy my alone time anymore. Because I’m spending it with a stranger.

I have spent too much of my life conforming. As a child, I conditioned myself to try to hide my mental illnesses. I learned to act like those around me in order to hide. It became so normal to just do what I was expected to do, that I didn’t even realize I was still doing it. I’m almost 30! And I have no idea who I am.

Now, it’s my turn. I’ve subconsciously been thinking about this for a while, because I’ve been exploring different ideas in my head. But I’ve been too afraid to do anything. I’ve been too afraid to be ME because nobody really knows who I am. How can they? It’s time to drop the charade and become someone new.

c-ethalion-emergingIt’s MY turn! Obviously I’ll still be here, taking care of my kids, lovin on my husband and blogging my heart out. God knows this blog has been the closest thing to being myself for a long time. But on the inside, I will be changing. I’m starting my cocoon right now and I’m gonna work on getting to know myself. I’m gonna work on dating myself, so that by the time that chrysalis is ready to open, I can emerge as something new and beautiful.

Stressed out mamas, busy daddies, if you’ve focused so much on your family, your job, of pleasing those around you that you’ve forgotten yourself, I encourage you to join me. And everyone else taking the #365daystolive challenge! All I can say is it’s about time, and things are gonna get interesting. See ya’ll on the other side!