I started my period last night. I’m having such a hate, hate, love relationship with it. Last month I refused to acknowledge it until I literally had blood running down my leg and onto the floor. Sounds crazy. But, I’ve noticed I am much more affected emotionally/ mentally by the damned thing every month. There are so many times I wish it would stop and then other times I feel like it’s my last thread of hope and connection to who I am. I think it would be much easier to let it go if I weren’t child-less.