sometimes, i'm sad.
sometimes, sad & i will explode.
it happened a lot.
now once or twice a month, one or two days
before my period.
the night i cried about my house with you
i had a panic attack
lasting two hours.
as it was ending i lay down
amid unfamiliar blankets,
amid unfamiliar blankets,
and tried to let my worry tire out
wishing for sleep,
eventually fell to it.
eventually fell to it.
then my period came
a week early.
if i had known i was about to,
i think, i could've conquered it,
not gone into panic.
not gone into panic.
but
i had gotten used to not being like that
anymore.
i had gotten used to not being like that
anymore.
i hadn't felt such frantic (angry?) helplessness
outside of PMS since January.
that scared me.
i couldn't be PMSing so soon.
oh no i am sick!
that made it worse.
i got scared
and i panicked.
and i panicked.
but really
there was no need.
there was no need.
it was just the natural course of my system.
now i am
doing.
back in post-japan swing.
back in post-japan swing.
i have at least a good three solid weeks now.
maybe i can just
deal
with this.
if i don't have episodes anymore,
because i can
(1) pause things, (2) not immediately react, (3) stay calm and walk away,
(1) pause things, (2) not immediately react, (3) stay calm and walk away,
(do you know? i am able to realize now
this emotion of sad/distraught/abandoned/helplessness/hopelessness won't last forever)
then
all i have left
to conquer this
all i have left
to conquer this
is to deal with
this dealable chaos
this dealable chaos
4 days out of 30
hell--
wouldn't that be
feckin
awesome.
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