Sometimes the Sadness hits me like a freight train.

Usually it happens in that time of the month when hormones are raging and most women turn into Queen High Bitch of the Universe and send their Significan Others running for cover. Most people call that PMS. But for me instead of being bitchy I just cry a lot. Jon hates it.

It's like a couple of times each month I regress back to my depression. Granted, it's a lot better than being that way all the time, but I rather wish it didn't happen at all. If I could figure out why it wouldn't be so bad but there isn't usually a why. And it's hard to get myself to feel better.