Sweet Jesus...

Your only defences are a hot water bottle and some good tea. You have no weapons to combat your mortal enemy, and you will come within inches of death.

Do not argue with a chick who has menstrual cramps. ('A' chick, namely, me.)

By all means, argue with a chick who has PMS, she'll slap you and get really pissed off.

But do not argue with a girl who has menstrual cramps. She'll (metaphorically, lucky for you) rip your nuts off and shove them so far up your nose and lodge them in your brain.

And if I could manage to do that, I would.

You know...

That feeling when lately everything has been really bad. Disappointment after disappointment. Everything really sucks. You're stressed, you're tired. Multiple pills in one night just to be able to rest your head for the prescribed eight hours only to wake up the next morning to go through the same thing, over and over again.

Then something happens. And you're faced with a choice.

Choosing to accept something good to happen now, and dealing with a full 24 hours of anxiety later on. Or. Deal with 12 hours of anxiety now, and be able to rest on a particular Saturday night.

Don't try to understand what I'm going on about. I don't quite understand it either.

And when something nice happens, it's really refreshing.

Really refreshing.

I'm grateful for the crisp Autumn breeze and the dirty washing.

It really helped me clear my head.

Thank you.