Today, as I sat sobbing cross-legged on the floor in my bathroom--exhausted from working a straight ten-hour shift broken up by a single 20-minute meal in the middle, emotionally drained from agonizing over the feelings of coworkers, frustrated with my husband for not taking out the garbage or doing the dishes, and angry with my daughter for drawing on her furniture yet again--I found myself overwhelmed by the crippling devastation of neglected emotions. I had locked the door and put on headphones so I wouldn't be able to hear my husband knocking, and I had turned the music up loud enough to drown out the sound of my breathing. If the music was loud enough to do that, then it was loud enough to drown out my thoughts, and let's be honest; Sometimes, we just don't have the strength to deal with those anymore. So, I mindlessly scrolled through Facebook, waiting for the feelings of anger and frustration, impatience and self-loathing, unexplainable melancholy and anxiety to pas
So, just to premise this a bit, I wrote this blog several months ago and never got around to finishing it, but I wanted to share anyway. Fair warning, there is seriously WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION in this post. I do not recommend a guy read this if he wants to maintain any sort of romanticism about the female body. There is also plenty of expletive in here, so if language offends you, avert your eyes. Otherwise, enjoy! Sympathize. And hopefully we can all bond over a mutual understanding of what women go through on their period. For the past six years, I have been blissfully out of touch with my "time of the month". No visits from Aunt Flo. No crimson tides filling these shores. No rides on the cotton pony. No shark week for this lady business, no ma'am! For the last 25% of my life, I have been a distinctly non-suffering woman, thanks to a high school pregnancy, Jesus, and modern medicine. Did you know that an IUD is a more effective method of birth control than getting y