[ SECRET POST #5979 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5979 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


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Comments

Re: TW : mental health stuff

[(Anonymous)]

No kidding. Fellow PMS (actually PMDD) sufferer with a history of severe OCD (and a bipolar diagnosis hypothesis) here. Not once in my life have I wanted to bear children either, or had romantic relationships or sex for that matter. Still here I am, blessed with two uteruses that exist solely to fuck me up, make me ashamed of unawarely walking around my job (a public office) with a huge blood patch in my pants (this month's occurrence), force me to spend an absurd amount of money in insane amount of "nocturnal" tampons that can barely contain my daily bleeding (because dyspareunia) and handwash every panty I wear to sleep best case scenario not to mention the crippling cramps I have been taking analgesics monthly for since I was 12 (and having to restrict food for days so as to not worsen it and be able to work...) and the depression and (sometimes) anger psychosis/epilepsy/whatever it triggers on me soo yeahh. As if that wasn't bad enough, many people in my family included my mom had breast cancer so hormonal therapy is a no-go.

It's no wonder I have actual ("life is meaningless can I kill myself?" levels of) depression when I am about to have a period. Chemicals aside, all of this sounds like enough to make an average person depressed. This whole system right here exists for the sole purpose of making me SUFFER once a month. It's just "hey, the glass ceiling is bad but what if I made it even WORSE making you go crazy monthly?" Honestly, it's a curse.