#18 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE CHRI...

6 MONTHS LATER It's a chilly Florida Christmas morning, which basically means it's a brisk 80 degrees. I'm currently surrounded by family and holiday-colored chaos. Red, green, and gold litter...

#17 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WHERE I MEET ...

A week later The flight to Missouri feels like an eternal journey, even with a couple rounds of vodka in me. Flying isn't something I do well at all, so...

# 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...