Just like last month, and the month before that… and the month before that, and… ok, you get it, I’ll stop, I’m on my period. Here are some highlights from this particular cycle: I spent a whole day lying in bed with the lights off, I bled through a jumbo tampon in a matter of hours, I got blood all over my bathroom floor when I stepped out of the shower and I cancelled plans with a friend because my insides felt like they had sprouted a million, tiny knives that were stabbing me.
I made a post before where I mentioned feeling beautiful, strong and powerful during my period. This is still true, but my periods have never in my life been easy. They’re painful and messy and I get cramps and headaches and bleed a whole hell of a lot. But they also force me to slow down, to pay attention to my body, to let someone take care of me for a day. They remind me that I’m vulnerable and at the same time, so very strong. They remind me that my body is amazing and fascinating and capable of so many wonderful things. They remind me that it’s ok to cry, or ask for help or ask for an extra hug that day.
They also remind me that people all around me are suffering every single day from things that I don’t know about. Maybe they’re on their period too, or have a migraine, or are fighting a debilitating disease. Maybe they’ve just lost a loved one, or have a sick child at home. The people around all of us are dealing with things that hurt them all the time, mentally and physically, but I know that so often I forget about that, and I think it’s all about me. If I’m ok, they’re ok. I don’t need extra help or empathy, why do they? So when my body reminds me what pain feels like, or what it’s like to spend a day feeling vulnerable and scared, it helps me remember that everyone else has those days too and maybe sometimes they need the extra hug, or a kind word, or a little bit of help, and being reminded of that is a really good thing.
Have you ever bullshitted an assignment so hard you basically laugh after every sentence you write