Image ID: a black and orange image of Sisyphus pushing up a boulder. The boulder is labeled “the fucking menstrual cycle”.
A few days after my period ends I just blissfully forget about it until one day I wake up and notice my crotch looks like someone was murdered there. Super duper fun.
imagine you start to get your shit together, start some habits to get you on a better footing, and then there’s a week where you just can’t every month. and maybe there’s also a mid-month slump, because hormones suck.
i didn’t see a therapist until i had one weekend to run all the errands, see doctors and vets, clean the house up… there was just the one weekend where i was sure i’d have enough of an upswing.
-general anxiety and depression diagnosis, plus PMDD (pre-menstrual dysphoria disorder), the drugs are great and i’m better now
That sounds like my biweekly Panic attacks, but combined into one full week. Not fun either way.
definitely not. i hope you can find something to help.