For one week out of each month, I lose my mind. (please tell me I’m not the only one who experiences complete madness during her period)
It happens every single month, yet I am never prepared for it. N.E.V.E.R.
During these 5-7 days, all rational thought goes out the door and is replaced with fear, anxiety, self-doubt and pity, {not to mention water retention, 5lbs, pain, & blood} and there is not a thing I can do about it but ride the storm.
What’s most confusing during this time is everything I seem to have a grasp on, turns to mush. For three weeks I am content with my reality and happy to pursue realistic goals I’ve set for myself and our future. Week four creeps upon me and I hate everything about everything. Patience seems to escape my being all together and everything that was once okay is now either taking too long or seems pointless to even continue. And again, what confuses me is: Which thinking is correct? The three weeks I am content? or the one week where everything seems wrong?
{it’s rare but} Sometimes I hate being a woman.
