Everything is hot!

Except yourself...

Greetings from hell! Welcome to the first official day of my period. What a day to be alive! Period farts and diarrhea? Yes, please! I called off work, I've been in bed all day and used a bar of soap as a bath bomb mistakenly. Yes, I will love to talk crap about Ryan but aside from the three bath bombs (one of them was a soap as explained before), he bought me food, Midol and carrot cake. I can't say shit.

How are women capable of having a normal life while their uterus is exploding and starting WWIII inside of them? As I mentioned before, this is a monthly struggle for me. Some months aren't as bad but it compensates with the overthinking and the craziness. It's a combination of frustration and not being capable of controlling what's going on and for a control freak, that's bullshit. The only way that I can seize the pain is with pain medication. And on a real note, the statistics of prescription painkiller overdoses among women are getting higher every year and I try to avoid them.  I gave a shot to anti-conceptive pills and the IUD. To be honest, it's exhausting trying to do damage control after performing some mentally unstable actions just because it "helps" with the pain. If you've tried any form of birth control, you know what I'm talking about. It's crazy town every damn day. My experience with the IUD was eternal spotting, gaining weight and being more irritable than usual. Yes, the periods weren't as painful but certainly not worth it.

This dilemma lasts minimum the first three days. Three days of feeling self-conscious, not sleeping through the night and not being 100% functional. One of the reasons why I started the blog was to bring attention to this kind of situation. Girlfriend reading me, even when it feels like no one understands what you're dealing with, you're not alone. 

This isn't about playing the victim or comparing who's period is bloodier, excruciating or more atrocious. It's about letting you know that it's a condition that over 40% of women suffer and it doesn't make you "weaker", just pretty fucking unlucky.

I know how discouraging and upsetting it can be. Do some research on different blogs or reliable sources and explore your relief. Do not visit WebMD cause most likely you have ovarian cancer and a zero chance of survival rate. Find your happy place, either with a relaxing hot bath, music or keeping your mind busy. And please, avoid toxic people that will make you feel powerless, especially those that will have that unrequested remark of "Imaging giving birth!". Bitch, I didn't ask! Let me bleed in peace.

Burning in hell with a hot bath and unpolished nails