I hate my period.
No, hate is not strong enough a word. I loathe it. I abhor it. I detest it. My period is a monthly recurring onslaught of general mental instability, insomnia, paranoia, panic attacks and irrational anger. Not to mention that I bleed from my genitalia. To say I hate it simply does not cover it. It is a waking nightmare to me.
Whenever I read/hear people say that the stereotype of hysterical women on their period is completely false and ridiculous, I want to hit them. I AM hysterical when I have my period. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t focus on anything. I am raging angry at everyone. I think people are following/mocking me. My head is full of static and all I want to do is curl on a ball and scream at the same time. It comes back every single month, and it doesn’t matter that I know it’s all in my head. I simply cannot function when I have my period.
I am so tired, but I don’t manage to sleep. In my period week, I get 2h of sleep per night on average. After three nights of that, plus being in a state of near constant panic during the day, I’m just broken. I wish I didn’t have to do anything in this week, that someone would knock me out for the duration of it. I’m so fucking miserable.
And if you were put of by me constantly mentioning periods, please grow up.