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I had been taking Zepbound for about six months when it clicked. My period — the monster that turned me from a functioning person into a whimpering, tremulous piece of Jell-O carving a spot into the couch — had, somehow, lost its power. As I understood it, I had premenstrual dysphoric disorder, or PMDD. More than just “heavy PMS,” PMDD meant that the week before my period I suffered from a grab bag of severe mental and physical symptoms including a new, frightening one: suicidal ideation.
Now, however, things were different. My period didn’t rule my life anymore. In fact, there was little to no difference in my mood and energy no matter what time it was in my cycle. The only thing that had changed in my life was my weekly shot of Zepbound.
