If you are a woman reading this, then hear me.
I got my period.
If you are a woman who has been reading here and concerned about my morose writing, then you can understand that there has been a lightening.
AND, if you are of a certain age, you understand me when I say that I have no tools for predicting this thing anymore, and IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. clearly.
(they were all real emotions but my god, the fucking seriousness of them swamped me. I mean, I literally doubled my antidepressant for a few days- with dr. approval. i fucking wore sweatpants out of the house, y’all. Don’t ask me why I feel this matters so much. I can wear leggings and go braless all the days, but fucking sweatpants?! Holy shit. It was a sign of the end.)
All the issues are still with me, all the worries, the world, the fears, the all of it.
But now I feel like I am just carrying me, the pressure has released.
OH MY GOD. THIS FUCKING PRE-MENOPAUSE SHIT IS THE FUCKING WORST.
- and thats all i have to say about that. (right now i’d punch forest gump in the face if he were here. tom hanks or not. )
- love love,