Once I became sexually active and was paranoid about getting pregnant
That soon turned into feelings of joy because for some reason I was very happy, but the cramps were killer.
But then, it comes to an end and I’m back to being normal, for three more weeks.
Now:
Waiting in the week before
I get headaches now, just a few days before. It sucks. And I’m so much more tired now.
The fatigue is unreal.
When the crimson wave actually hits, it’s not that bad. The cramps still suck but my depression is much worse. I want to murder my ute every. single. month.
But I can’t really complain about it to anyone.
Cause this is the reaction I would get
which I can’t blame anyone for.
The end of it isn’t so bad and once it’s over I feel normal again.