The moment I heard the loud crash from my 13-year-old daughter's room, I sprinted upstairs with my heart pounding. As I flung open Avianna's bedroom door, I found her crying on the floor, holding her hand.
A quick look at the wall revealed a hole in the plasterboard. It was obvious she'd punched it. As I pleaded with her to explain what happened, my darling girl just looked at me with tear-filled eyes.
She confessed she was angry – but didn't know why. My heart dropped. It was like looking at myself three decades ago. Avianna might not have understood why she felt this way, but I did.
I gently asked if she was on her period. When she said yes, tears welled up in my eyes. I've been battling Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD) since my teens.This condition has pushed me to the brink of suicide multiple times.
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