They are just feelings — dark thoughts that spring forward when my hormones rage. I don’t ask for them. I don’t want them. I don’t seek them. I don’t even think about it the rest of the month. It just comes upon me out of nowhere – hits me upside the head, and for about 72 hours I struggle, desperately, to not let them surface and to not let anyone know how utterly destructive and how terribly desolate I feel.
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