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.
I.JUST.CANNOT.
(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,
- kate
