Okay, so I'm not dead. I tried to continually drink myself into oblivion for a few weeks, but the best I managed was the day I had a killer headache and ended up taking a vicodin, and then drank a bunch of beer with my mom.
That first week was full of crying.
The second week was full of rage.
Both weeks were full of blood, because I got my period the following day and Jesus Christ, I *still* have it. There was one day where I kept trying to leave work but had to run to the bathroom every fifteen minutes and ended up sitting in my office near tears because I have a half hour commute home. I ended up shoving a huge wad of toilet paper in my pants, plus the overnight pad, plus the ultra tampon.
I had to take a shower when I got home and shouted to anyone who would listen, "We started this whole journey so I could stop this bleeding, and really it's more like fucking hemhorraging! And I'm *still* bleeding, but now I'm sad, too!"
And then, in the last few days, I just... snapped out of it. It was a relief to be me again. So thank you guys for all the support, and although I don't know what's up next, at least I don't need to be drunk to get through it.
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