I didn’t expect it.
I really didn’t.
You know how the world warns you — “Oh god, you’re getting your period? Brace yourself!”
Like you’re about to enter a war zone armed with a hot water bag and questionable amounts of chocolate?
Yeah, no.
Mine shows up like a soft guest who takes her shoes off, dims the lights, and says, “Okay babe, time to slow the heck down.”
☕ Calm, but Make It Soft-Girl + Slightly Sleepy Cat Energy
As soon as my period starts, I go from mildly anxious squirrel to quiet little lake. It’s weirdly magical.
No cramps, no drama — just this full-body exhale.
I’m suddenly allowed to be less. Less sharp. Less productive.
More blanket. More warm drink. More “Do Not Disturb” unless you come bearing tea.
The fatigue is real, but in the most oddly romantic way. Like, I’m tired… but poetically so.
Like I could write letters I’ll never send. Or cry gently while rewatching old YouTube playlists from 2013.
🧪 Is There Science? Yes. Am I Using It to Justify This Mood? Also Yes.
Apparently, the hormone rollercoaster of PMS finally flatlines when your period begins. And with that comes balance — emotionally, hormonally, and spiritually (if you, like me, believe your uterus might also be your part-time life coach).
So no, I’m not broken. I’m just bleeding.
Softly. Calmly. From a place of deep surrender and questionable productivity.
🌸 A New Narrative
What if periods weren’t the villain of the story?
What if they were the unexpected plot twist where the heroine finally takes a nap?
I don’t hate my period.
In fact, I kind of love her. She tells me to pause, and I… listen.
There’s nothing loud about this version of me. She works from bed. She drinks absurd amounts of cinnamon tea. She’s at peace with not replying to texts immediately. She might cry at a Spotify ad.
But she’s at home in her body, and that feels kind of revolutionary.
So no — I’m not in pain. I’m in alignment.
And also possibly in a burrito blanket.✨ For the Reader (aka You With the Heating Pad)
If your period feels like chaos, I see you.
If it feels like calm, I see you too.
Maybe next time it comes around, ask:
What if I didn’t fight it? What if I just… let it hold me?