Visanne Brain
My body insists on still having a strong hormonal cycle despite the medical industry’s best attempts to crush it with synthetic pregnancy hormones. On a good day, the medication that stops the physical signs of my menstrual cycle just leaves me feeling depressed. On a bad day, it can cause my poor confused hormonal brain to come up with some spectacularly bad attempts at comfort.
Last night my thoughts started running around fretting about how I was going to die a sad, lonely, old person. Shortly after that, good old brain pointed out that wasn’t going to happen because I’m both in poor health and older than most of my friends and loved ones, so I’d most certainly die before them! Nothing to worry about!
You tried your best, brain. I’m so sorry I can’t stop taking the medicine that makes you like this.