# 16 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE BED...

The next day, nothing changes and Jose finds me still in bed once again. “You gotta get out of bed,” he says gently. I know he means well. Hell, I...

#15 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH SUICIDAL...

It’s that time again. Where I feel like nothing, where I am nothing, and where what I want to be is literally nothing — as in dead. While I’m swimming...

#14 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE CRAF...

Still sprawled out on the floor where the back gods left me, I start scrolling through the group. To my horror, as I continue to scroll for what feels like...

#13 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE CRAF...

A month later, in another fit of PMDD hopelessness, I impulsively close down the shop to work from home. By now, my custom furniture requests are enough to keep me...

#12 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE FLUSH

Months have passed and it’s a typical work day and I am driving home from the shop. The afternoon traffic is a symphony of various horns, revving engines, and hums...

#11 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE STOR...

4 weeks later After countless hours of preparation, I open my shop close to the beach and affectionately name it Treasures by the Sea. Nestled less than a mile from...