I have suffered with PMS since my very first period. Then I went on to suffer with PND after my first baby was born. I think there's a strong genetic predisposition towards PMS and PND in the women in my family.
Growing up my Mum can remember my Grandmother threatening to throw herself in the local canal once a month
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My Auntie would throw huge temper tantrums once a month. My cousin would regularly lock herself away for a week every month and refuse to answer the phone or door.
My own Mum doesn't believe she suffered with PMS. But looking back she certainly did. Once a month she would spend a couple of days in constant tears. Or would physically throw things in temper.
When I started perimenopause one if the first things I noticed was that although my periods had suddenly got much lighter and shorter, my PMS was getting much worse and lasting much longer. Lasting from just a few days after ovulation to a day or so after my period finished.
So I was only getting about 10 'good' days a month. My PMS symptoms changed too. I no longer felt irritable and bitchy. Instead I felt extremely depressed and numb. Then I'd get a sudden flash of rage about something utterly trivial. I couldn't bear to be near my lovely DH and convinced myself each month that I must divorce him. And my sugar cravings were sky high. Just disgusting levels of chocolate.
Then one month the PMS just didn't lift after my period ended. It stayed for the rest of the month and within a week I was suddenly crippled with random anxiety.from out of the blue.
I thought I was having a nervous breakdown. The extreme PMS and anxiety lasted a straight 6 weeks and ruined Xmas and New Year. Then suddenly disappeared for a weekend. It was so wonderful to feel normal again.
But within a few days the weapons grade PMS and anxiety were back. I was in Hell again for a few weeks, then overnight they disappeared again.
This became the pattern. 2-3 weeks of depression and anxiety and insomnia followed by a respite for a week or so.
18 months later and 4 months on HRT and I'm still trapped in the same pattern. When I am 'good' I feel happy and optimistic and love my life. When I am 'bad' I feel despair, can take no pleasure in anything at all and suffer terribly with anxiety.
I am Mrs Jekyll and Miss Hyde.