pms or something else?

the last 3wks at church a friend of mine has been speaking about recovery in all its various forms. It's because he and some others are starting a Celebrate Recovery group specifically at the Rock. It was a very good series. I found myself each week in tears, not over anything specifically, but just over feeling yucky and unhealthy. I could probably dig up a bunch of stuff to explain it, I'm still upset at my dad for how our relationship has been and is, I really relate in an unhealthy manner to food, which doesn't help my self image, blah blah blah. It's nothing atypical in the least, and the same stuff I've dealt with for years. So why is it now that it's bubbling up to the surface?
This past Friday was the last message in the series, about using your pain to help others who are experiencing the same sorts of things. Very good, and of course, at the end of it, I found myself crying, being consoled by my wonderful husband. By this point, I've pretty much decided that I need to give this Celebrate Recovery idea a shot, and see if I can't get my crap together. Wwe had plans for after the service, and we went on our merry way to the movie theater. On the way there, I can't seem to stop crying. I don't know why, it just kind of started again. I was thankfully able to regain composure through the movie and the rest of the night, and I was so tired when I got home that I just fell into bed and that was it.
Saturday was even worse. I was crying while getting ready in the morning, I shed some tears driving to Roseville to meet up with Seth and play cards with some new friends, and that night I was just about inconsolable. I couldn't stand to be alone with myself. If there was any stillness I was overcome with a sadness of no apparent origin. I would think the worst things about falling into a deep depression and going nuts, then I would try to snap out of it by remembering that this was only the 2nd day, it would have to take a lot longer than this before I should get really worried. But it was also the first time anything like that had happened to me, so it was kinda freaky. But then I thought - well, I know enough about depression, what if I'm just talking myself into it? What if people think I'm faking it? I felt like a big baby having a pity party, and yet, I couldn't seem to control it. So I lay sobbing in my poor husband's arms while he really didn't know what to do to help, and neither did I.
Sunday morning came, and I was cautiously feeling better. I had plans to keep myself busy all day until small group, and that worked out quite well. I went and ran really hard at the gym (I'm walking kinda funny today as proof) and as I was walking up to my apartment afterwards, I felt like myself again. It was nice.
So I still don't know what happened. Kathy suggested pms at small group when I told her a little about my weekend. It's about the right time for it, but that still doesn't explain the previous 2 Fridays after Dan's messages, and I've never had pms before. Not discounting that it can start at 26yrs old, but it seems kinda coincidental.
I'm still going to Celebrate Recovery this Wednesday. It's a whole new kind of scary. I'm used to being honest with my closest friends, and I know I don't have to share anything until I'm ready to, but just walking into something like that sort of tatoos "I HAVE ISSUES" across your forehead or something. At least I know I won't be the only one there with that tatoo. I guess it can't hurt, going through my issues and trying to become a more healthy individual. Maybe I'll still cry for 2 days every month because it really was pms, maybe that's just my lot in life, but at least I'll know it's not because I'm going nuts.