Yes, you read that correctly. I’m delving into the not so glamorous side of my femininity and exposing my menstrual cycle for what really is; an evil, satanic force to be reckoned with! Am I being overdramatic? Maybe. Do most of my girlfriends out there relate to this statement? Probably. PMS is a real son of a b!*$h. Not to mention the fact that our cycle occurs every month…365 days a year…averaging approximately 10 years of actual shark week for the majority of us! I’ll just let you sit with that for a minute.
If only the Tampax commercials held an ounce of truth. Tanned, sporty women running around in white tennis skirts, full of energy, not a single blemish (although how could you tell? You’re too distracted by the misleading smile spread across their face, vom). I’ve never loathed marketing more than a deceiving tampon commercial.
Now take a second to imagine your worst case of PMS. You know, those days when you don’t even know how you’re feeling because you’ve cycled through every human emotion over 10 times. Your bloated, lethargic, and in such excruciating pain you’re contemplating your interest in daily living. Are you there? Great. What might happen if your brain chemistry was teetering back and forth or not functioning as it should? Better yet, what would happen if you were diagnosed with bipolar in addition to your PMS? Girl Interrupted psychosis, that’s what.
Oh Vancouver, how I adore your vibrant fall weather and moody beaches this time of year. Autumn is SO nostalgic for me! I sit here reminiscing my first real westcoast fall, complete with an abundance of PSL’s and brisk ocean walks at sunset. The colours, the leaves, the smells, all serve as a gentle reminder that nothing in this life is permanent and transformation in and of itself is infinite and unpredictable.
I’ve recently attended enough therapy sessions to recognize that I can no longer carry around or be weighed down by my daddy issues. Surprise surprise! This trauma occurred over 25 years ago and I’m still walking around with the belief that everyone in my life will ultimately leave and abandon me. Uhm, wtf? You can only imagine how difficult this makes building strong and healthy relationships with others. But in order to heal from my demons, I must face them head on. Let me tell you, this has been the furthest thing from a walk in the park…
It has always fascinated me how human beings cope with the end of a wild wind romance (or just an overall shitty relationship). No matter who you are, you’ve most likely engaged in some pretty questionable antics post breakup. I get it. You’re grieving the loss of someone you have been planning a future with for x amount of time and you aren’t quite sure what your next move should be. Do you impulsively cut off all your hair? Go on a drunken bender? Have a one night stand, or 5? I’ve heard that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else…at least that’s what they tell me.
We’ve all been in that relationship where something just doesn’t feel right. We spend more time arguing (or trying to avoid the next outburst) than we do enjoying each others company and frankly it’s flat out exhausting! Of course things don’t typically start off this way. The honeymoon phase usually lasts just long enough that these recurring conflicts show up disguised as minor setbacks instead of red flags. And who doesn’t love ignoring big, shiny, red flags?
This week’s topic is brought to you by tonights unexpected, emotional meltdown. I realized soon after that I’d been subconsciously letting little things build up without addressing my feelings or communicating with my partner. Simply put, I was really angry. I couldn’t exactly pin-point what about which resulted in impulsive word vomit over several issues all at once (I hate when I do this). To make matters worse, my anxiety was kicked into high gear as I was approaching a weekend visit with my biological dad who I haven’t seen in over 12 years! Top it off with the fact that I had just finished my period…the whole thing was a recipe for disaster.
Until 9 years ago I didn’t even know that pet therapy was a thing. I knew that I had always loved being around animals, yet never really took the time to acknowledge why that might be. It wasn’t until 2010 when I was struggling with an extremely bad bout of depression that my therapist at the time suggested I try pet therapy. Antidepressants and regular therapy sessions just weren’t cutting it for me anymore. Before fully understanding what this form of therapy might entail, I jumped at the word “pet”! Why hadn’t I considered the companionship of a four legged friend might actually be able to pull me out of my miserable slump? At this point I did what any impulsive 17 year old would do; I went puppy shopping!
Today feels like the perfect day to write this post. The sun is shining, it’s 30 degrees outside, and it feels like summer is FINALLY upon us! Along with every other basic white girl on the face of the planet, I typically jump at the opportunity to take full advantage of patio season. There’s just one thing that seems to be missing…where is my G&T on the rocks?
During the last few weeks I’ve completely fallen off the map (my apologies), and here’s why. It became blatantly obvious that my living situation was just too overwhelming. There were too many of us crammed into such a tiny space that I was dreading the thought of coming home each day! As much as I tried fighting it, something needed to change.
It’s been a very long couple of months for me. Somewhere along the way I’ve began to unravel parts of myself I have subconsciously been suppressing for the last 10 years. So it should come as no surprise that my mental health has taken a severe hit. Imagine a small child whose been saving up all of his allowance money and finally has enough to buy a new bike! He runs over to his piggy bank, holds it upside down and vigorously dumps out all of his precious pennies. His piggy bank remains despite emptying all of the money he’s worked so incredibly hard to save. The piggy bank is me. Empty, worthless, and alone. Everything I had worked so hard for up until this point disappeared in the blink of an eye and it felt as though my entire life had been flipped completely upside down.