My period is here and I feel sad again on so many levels. I feel that I can't take all of this crap any more. It's not just the pain, but every month, a little bit more hope dies away. And I know how self-indulgent that sounds, but I don't care. It's my life and my crappy, fucked up body. It's so hard to be optimistic and keep going each month.
Transmission ends, off to bed, in the hope that the strong painkillers I took 2 hours ago finally start to have an effect.