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The PMSing Pastor

Alright, folks.  Let's get real and honest. 

PMS is real.  Women don't make it up so that you go to the store and buy them chocolate.  That's a nice thing for you to do, but PMS is very real to many ladies out there.  Bloating.  Crying for no reason.  Stomach aches.  Can't focus.  Massive mood swings.  Distancing oneself from social gatherings.  Cravings.  Eating more than usual.  Lashing out.  Saying things you will never mean.  Can't sleep.  Sleepy all the time.  And all this happens in a matter of minutes.

Women aren't crazy.  They struggle and need validation.  That's the least we could do. 

Well, that's where I find myself.  I struggle with PMS and even wonder if I suffer from PMDD.  I'm still waiting to find a gynecologist who is willing to take me seriously and wants to honestly help rather than push a drug on me that will only sedate me for a few hours.

On top of all that, I'm a pastor.  It is an absolute joy and an interesting adventure discovering what it truly means to be a Christlike follower and leader.  Yes, I am fresh out of seminary and am getting my feet wet.  But I'm enjoying the journey. 

What I hope is to find fellow pastors out there who also struggle with PMS or PMDD.  The great thing about the church is that it is made up of humans who struggle, who need each other, who want to be honest about their journeys, and who want to grow deeper in their relationships with God and each other.  So why can't us female journeyers talk about some very real, very personal aspects of our lives? 

I'm a pmsing pastor and I need community.

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