the cure for PMS
Apparently the new cure for chronic PMS is a good dose of Prozac. Who knew? So I am now a hesitantly proud bi-weekly user of that infamous anti-depressant, although according to C Prozac is really just a placebo to make you think you have no problems.
The ridiculous thing about this is that I really don't have problems. I haven't felt depressed in months, with the exception of those dreadful three days before my period. Every other day of the year, I'm perfectly fine. I can deal with myself, my life, my past. I can appreciate all the good things around me. But for those three fucking days, I'm a complete basketcase. It's as if life wants me to remember my past, to remember what it felt like to be depressed all the time, to hate everyone, to not want to eat anything. But I'm tired of it, because for those three days I'm so mean and horrible to all the people I usually love, not to mention I am also mean to myself. I also cry a lot and it is dreadfully embarrassing. So I'm giving the Prozac a try, to find out if happy pills really are the cure for those womanly rages.
Am I the only one who thinks that's a ridiculously extreme cure, though? What will doctors come up with next, and what the fuck did women in the middle ages ever do without anti-depressants?