Period.

Some days I feel so bad, I feel like maybe I should stand on the yellow line and wait for the next car. My stomach feels all tight and upset, I am stressed, I am emotional, I am withdrawn, I am whiny.

At some point during the day, I will make it to the bathroom and realize, oh yeah, it's that. That time of the month.

And I am so flooded with relief. FLOODED. With relief. There is an explanation for this, a thing for me to place the blame on if you will. Oh, the relief of giving up responsibility.