a pattern

On Friday, I cried most of the evening. I felt overwhelmed, tired, worthless, sentimental, emotional, etc. etc.
I started a post.
As I was writing it, I quickly realized it would never be published as it was just very poetic whining and stopped writing.
BUT...
I did notice something.
It was EXACTLY one month after this post.
And that post was exactly one month after this post.
Noticing a trend?

Remember when I explained a rather predictable routine of hormonal imbalance in this post?
My crying days are so very predictable.

I know when I'm crying that's why. I mean, I know.
But in that moment, the world is truly crumbling down around me. How is that possible?

It's tough being a girl.