Listening to My Hormones

When I was younger I think I basically ignored or masked my mood swings. But after two pregnancies, I have learned to at least respect my hormones (which at one point after birth told me to never speak again). When they tell me to go to bed, I do. When they tell me to eat chocolate or cry or throw things (“Mama, I think you need to go to the gym,” said Kid.01 the other day), I do. And sometimes I feel so cold, unmoored. Maybe I notice these things more in Turkey cause my back-up support systems are not here.
Today I felt lonely, and tired of feeling lonely.