THE MONTHLY PLOT TWIST- A WOMAN’S LIFE IN FOUR ACTS

(Inspired by a brutally honest reel that finally said what we’ve all been too hormonal to articulate)

So there I was, casually scrolling through reels, looking for a cat video to heal my soul—and boom. One video. One hilariously exposed, too-accurate breakdown of The Woman Hormonal Cycle. And I swear on my last piece of emergency chocolate, I felt seen.

Forget your fancy emotional balance charts, self-help podcasts, and “resilience” worksheets. None of them prepare you for what we, as women, go through every single month. It’s like a Netflix series no one asked for, but you’re the star, the villain, and the audience… all at once.

This article? It’s my ode to that reel. And to every woman out there surviving this biological drama with grace, sarcasm, and a very questionable relationship with cheese.

And hey—cheers to the men who get it. Who smile, nod, and walk beside us through the chaos.
And to those who still say things like “Are you okay?” or “Why are you so emotional?”—WAKE UP, you sweet, clueless cinnamon roll. She’s not crazy. She’s literally in a hormonal blender every week.

Here’s what that looks like:

ACT I — WEEK 1: “She Rises.”

The bleeding has ended. The clouds part. The birds sing. You feel… human again. You hydrate. You return texts. You become suspiciously productive. People mistake it for “balance.” It’s not. It’s just the Week 1 glow-up.

You forgive people. You flirt with optimism. You make to-do lists with cute little checkboxes.

You say things like,
“Last week was wild. But I’m back.”
(You’re not. You’re just temporarily sane.)

ACT II — WEEK 2: “The Main Character Energy.”

Ovulation hits. You’re magnetic. Dangerous. You wear eyeliner for no reason.
You’re texting “Hey stranger” like it’s a game. You believe in destiny, yoga, and love at first sight. You make big plans. New projects. Passionate declarations.

You post stories with deep quotes. You dance in the kitchen. You cry over how beautiful avocados are.

You genuinely believe you could be a CEO, artist, lover, and also do Pilates at 6am.

Delusion? Yes. But it’s also the best week of your life.

ACT III — WEEK 3: “Who Even Am I?”

Hormones shift. The music stops.
You check your own texts twice to make sure you weren’t weird. Spoiler: you were.

Your confidence is missing. Your jeans don’t fit. You google “Can stress cause personality changes?”
You want a hug. And also for everyone to leave you alone forever.

You think:
“I peaked last week. It’s all downhill from here.”
Correct.

ACT IV — WEEK 4: “Apocalypse Now.”

This is the week your soul leaves your body temporarily.
Your uterus becomes a medieval torture chamber. You cry because someone left a spoon in the sink.
You question your life. All of it.

You eat cheese like it betrayed you.
You cancel plans with the phrase, “I just need space.”
You get mad at your pillow. Your phone. Air.

You go from “I’m fine” to “I NEED A NEW LIFE” in 3.7 seconds.

You cry while folding laundry. You cry because you’re crying. Then you yell at your own tears for being dramatic.

And then… the red sea returns.
You look around. You clean up the emotional crime scene. You whisper to yourself,
“Damn. We did it again.”

So what’s the takeaway here?

Women aren’t dramatic. We’re warriors in a biochemical warzone, every damn month.
We don’t need fixing. We need snacks, compassion, and people who understand the art of staying quiet during Week 4.

To all the women out there:
You are powerful.
You are magical.
You are a four-season emotional weather system wrapped in leggings and lip balm.

And to the men?
If you get it—thank you. We see you.
If you don’t? Start taking notes. Because she’s not “too sensitive” or “overreacting”—she’s surviving hormonal warfare while looking cute and still showing up to work.

Now that’s power.