When a certain time of month occurs, I feel as if someone has slowly peeled all the skin from my body and I stand before everyone bloody, naked, nerves exposed. A soft breath, a sound, a smell, the world is too hard, too abrasive, too prevalent. I want to shrink back, wrap myself in the softest of eider down that somehow only floats around me without touching me. I want food, drink and babysitting to magically appear without ever having to interact with anyone else.
And I don't know how to change this.
And I don't know how to deal with life in these moments.
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