For me, sobbing in a tent was the first sign.
Not unreasonable, of course. Camping is bullsh*t.
But the day I found myself sobbing, flinging things around a polyester palace so sleep-deprived I could barely stand, I began to wonder if maybe, this wasn't "me" me. It was me on Peri.
Was that why I was suddenly so anxious, so short of breath and spinny of brain? Were hormones to blame for these sparkly auras and arse-kicking headaches? Why I couldn't remember the word for… for… for… migraine, anymore?
I think you know the answer. In fact, I know you do, because when I asked you, my MID friends, what your hormonal tell was - the most surprising and weird thing that began to happen to you when you landed here in the place of Change, you told me. Oh, you told me.
You told me so much, and so well, that I've written you a poem. A sonnet, maybe? A song, perhaps? A love note, at the very least, to all my MID sisters. I see you. You see each other.
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Maybe we should call it the ballad of Peri and Meno, the least amusing characters in the latest Pixar cartoon about a woman's hormonal life.
Let's start with:
A banging heart