…it stopped. First it got worse, I split up with my husband. For real, thinking practicalities and all. Very sad, rivers of tears… then the next day I realised wait, I don’t want to lose him, he’s the best person in the world! And by the afternoon, I did’t even know why I had felt the way I felt. Only possible variable? My period.
Every time, before my period and even during, stuff can go horribly, horribly wrong in my head. And knowing that it may well be my period changes absolutely nothing. My mind dictates I take myself seriously and that everything is exactly as bad as I think it is. What a drag.
Anyhow, all good now, busy with translation and looking after an injured adult blackbird.